HHV weekly Audio Fight League Round 2
Lyrics
Bitch put ya rhymes up, bend over get ya spine cut
like clocks up on the ceiling J-Nyce's times up
get popped like a vikoden, remember this a fight you in
you say you bout paper dont be fooled, he recyclin
an im sorry I was raised with a little taste
you slept on more than a fat bitch in a pillow case
Im J's baby-sitter drop him without cease
"call me pepsi", im "Pop-in" his mouth piece
take a razor blade and slide it on ya fuckin head
cause "usin shavin cream" the only way you "cuttin edge"
an J only act in mean streets like De Niro
you on the ball like a biro, ya not a hero
so I'll "defy the laws of math" an divide a zero
this aint new to me, music I speak it fluently
an J cant "bare it" like he was oppose to nudity
ya lackin scrutiny so you get murdered brutally which
means the only time "you got the upper hand" is when salutin me bitch
