Lyrics
Im a busy man i got shit to do
so let me put an end to this sandlot crew
my pops said do to others what you want done to you, dont fuck wit retards cause its karma times two, today god'll understand the change of plans
this motherfucker took my kindness for weakness, now i gotta, exchange my hand, that mistake was planned, while waiting for a dummy to misaim their jab, our question got you mad so you say that you bad, i say that blood loss done fucked wit your head, this dude cut his writs man, dont be sad, too bad you missed dawg, dont be mad, i understand, life done treat you bad, rough life and retards go hand in hand, in school you was one of them cats, on the track, at lunch hand in hand wit teachers they couldnt have you cram, in our class, whats that called pat, retarded class!, i got you on blast, i almost feel bad, naw fuck your camp, i got you chokin like, the yankess man, a yankees fan, screaming hang me man, didnt wanna go here man, but you changes my plans, you felt attacked, after a question was asked, who dropped the N-BOMB pat, was he black?, answer what he asked, simple as that, shut your yap, dont fill, in the gaps, cause clickety clack your camp gets waxed, i got a nack for attracting pussy but never like that, now this lame ass fag drops our name in his rap, crap, ty boogie lookie pussy dont get mushy, get off whyties woody do the math, 51 tracks and not a single track worth playing back, your dick ridin's a nack, pat, claims his voice is sex so you ridin his lap, bitch we goin to the mat, lets play hackie sac, i throw a track, you throw your crap, be careful bitch dont, throw your back, you got a 100 miles left, thats a fact, only truth ive heard from yo bitch ass act, my man cant rap he an R&B act, you jealous of the fact, you cant flow wit his ass to fast for you bitch ass, i know you lack, the comprehension to hear his ass talk smack, bitch the CAPTIONS on tap, like genuine draft, so hear him sing to yo ass, make it a rap, make it a wrap
