Lyrics
[verse 1]
yo the first time around, I was playin a game
but the game, is on now, so im sayin some names
little cel-tic love, walkin round wit a felony
tellin me he's rich, fuck Mister McElhinney
broke motherfucker, so he's theivin' on Cros'
and he even got stephen, now he's fleein' from the cops yo
...i got the 411, on this broke little chump
that jumps, his best friend, over schemin little sluts
...i mean he hit me like 5 times, straight in the face
and that pussy motherfucker couldnt break my shades
but yeah i got a fat lip, so what you fuck
you suck dick, like ya bitch, when i skeeted on the slut [hahaha]
...even ya old friends, sent me instant messages
telling me you a bitch and that i wrecked your shit kid...
Mister Irish...runnin outta luck
bout to get locked up, and catch a dick in his butt
i mean his bubbles bout to burst, like the pimples on his face kid
talkin all hard, but we know he really aint shit
...he's 22, still workin at the car wash
Christeen knows, that i hit that bitch raw dogg
...jus playin...i wouldnt touch that
stank puss, with a motherfuckin baseball bat
cuz everyone knows, that you carry the clap
mister drippin dick, tryna blame kelsie for that
but no...you couldnt handle a diiime, like shorty
so I stepped in, when this bitch went to florida
late nights smokin with his hunny, for real
my flows cash money ... i gotchu mad enough to kill
...and now you stuck wit, miss - anorexia
kick to yer chest, have ya kid, feel the message son
and ya i heard aboutcha baby on the way cuzz
how you gon' afford that? -- time for you to wake up
...one day, witcha mischeaveous ways
you gonna face, the plate, and taste, everythin you made
cuz your shit DOES stink, like "C.M's" pink
take a drink, take a seat, what the fuck did ya think
so now ill cop a couple thousand plays, on my page
for shittin on ya face - in ya mouth, and all over ya dame
...it dont matter, she's a dirty little moorhouse,
findin cleaner bitches when i step inside a whorehouse
...now thats mean -- what the fuck Love?
stay talkin greezy bout her skunky little muff
yeah motherfucker...i got jokes for days
i smoke some haze and blow it all over this ho's face
...and what i hear bout you buyin a jetta
you got no chedda bro, u stay hidin in a trailer
and you talkin online boutcha high def telly
son, tell me whatchu talkin bout...i seen you sell it
...time to let go stop, gasin yaself up
you said what?.. you dont even know how to spell son
you never graduated never got no education
never saved a fuckin penny, so im quick to demonstrate it
on this paper, gotchu crazy when you hear the shit im makin
gotchu angry and enraged, cuz im flagrent when i say it
...you fuckin poser, actin like a badddd aaasss
didnt say shit when, Timmy layed ya ass flaaat
..you straight queer, always talkin that gay shit
withca arms around guys, what the fuck are you a fag kid?
...i think so, take a look at his sandles
and those faggy wife beaters that he wears - this is damn fun
..now lemme finish, while im meltin this pen
and burnin his ass, like the celtics shoulda been
you stupid little faggot, time to find yourself a clover
cuz i got another track and its a wrap, game over
