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Lyrics
This shit comes eazy, I'm tellin truth/
You's bitch in the streets, but a thug in da booth//
Knowin damn well you never put a Slug n' Tool/
My lil sister bumps pac, guess she thuggin it too//
Right ? ... Nope ! Man Jay best to kick rocks/
Mad cuz your shit flopped, You trash uppin hip hop//
Its Like Jays "Homeless", Aint "No room" for ya/
Stick to your dayjob, O' heres a broom for ya//
You dont wanna feel A hot halo when it inject/
Hit you witta "ButterFly", And I aint talking "Insect"//
Get Stommped by my A1, truth is your lame son/
Your real Name is Preston, the fuck you get Jay From ?//
Kids more Faker than Lohans licence/
Practice all you want, aint no man like this//
Punches gonna damage ya, till you lose stamina/
Whole Brampton knows, U aint commin outta Canada//
Course I keep a Black Mac, So I keep the Gat Packed/
No "Ciropracter"...But you can get Your "Back Cracked"//
Yeaa......Shells hits your ass crack/
Calls himself an Artist, but never heard of AS-CAP//
Bet his whole career he wont pass me up/
Especailly witta Lisp like Daffy Duck/./
And Trade yous a bitch, I'll spit on you/
Overdose "Laxative" then "Shit on You" !//
I spit it so hot, Id get a deal in hell/
Ima "Beast" On da Mic and Jays more like "Bell"//
And I Dont give a damn if you believe me well/
Cuz come down to it, Jay dont even sale//
So why lie Claimin' yours shits hardest/
You in more dept than Def Jam as an Indie Artist//
So he start Frontin, Slapin' on Jewlery/
Real Recognize Real, Boy you aint foolin me'//
His myspace is dead, His CD Flopped/
So now he tryin figure how to be this hot !//
Ya got no punches, your just too basic/
All your "Shits Forced" like Constipation//
So Quit with The Tuff act, Just practice pacin'/
And next time learn who da fuck facin Bitch//