Bitch Who Ya Be
ill rip ya crew n see
bitch you must be crazy booin me
sounds like you swollowed a terd or two
dood ill fucking murder you
thinkn you tuff bitch
ill make you softer than a dead mans dick
think you be replacin me
well bring ya ace n see
dood i was puttin kids in a coma
before i got my preschool diploma
now aint no gangsta and i aint no crook
but i sure as hell not shook
ill break ya limbs with theses vice grips
ya tracks all ass like a girl with nice hips
kid you fake tryin to fuck with audacity to the tm
im the sickest emcee you'll ever be seeing
cuz im the ultimate rap being
so dont go away i aint done for the evening
[chorusx2]Yo Who You Iz Who Ya Be
Bitch You Must Be Crazy Booin Me
ill leave ya tracks to loop
cuz you the kind to give head in the coupe
got fucking tampons in ya bag
damn kid now i know youze a fag
we know ya cats is frail
you at a weddin wearing a veil
n spreadin ta cheeks in jail
but stay in with 1 dollar bail
so you stay in the pen
so you can hang wid the men
now i hang in back of the club
with the bitches from dub
gettin sum love
from fans who dont front
smokin the blunt
so you can say i brought a philly to texas
n u can say i brought the class to lexus
but that wouldnt be fair
so now its time to de-clair
total rap war
for those who are hardcore
attach the bannana clip
n leave u bluer than a crip
now bitch prepare for the worst
cuz now that you cursed
with my voodoo rhymes
ill stick this needle in each of ay lines
[chorusx2]Yo Who You Iz Who Ya Be
Bitch You Must Be Crazy Booin Me
ill leave ya tracks to loop
cuz you the kind to give head in the coupe
got fucking tampons in ya bag
damn kid now i know youze a fag
