Lyrics
Damn, this lil doggy keeps hopping the fence/
I would have thought by now, you'd gotten some sense/
after all the sh*t, you've been talking/
then I stepped up on phukkin audio and clocked ya lips/
trying to blame me for having everyone hating you/
when numerous times, you told me I'm the one who made you/
through all your little hissy fits, I stayed true/
until you decided to stab me in the back in stage 2/
that's when those who you actually thought were your friends/
have somehow, suddenly forgotten the end/
I'ma make any diss track of yours, atomically bend/
don't worry, b*tch, I'm not gonna diss your mama again/
she ain't worth the time being in these rhymes that I create/
although she has to be upset with the bastard she made/
no, enough about how you leave and come back only after three days/
let me turn it over to the next strategy page/
see, your track is discarded cause I've been working for a while/
look at ya, damn I know it's hurting to smile/
whole plan, soaked and reversed on the file/
even after all that, I'm still not desrting my child/
Still, though, ya'll better check out his diss before dawn/
because it's gonna be Soundclick page # 4 gone/
poor son, such a phukkin moron/
hate me so much, just turn the damn ignore on
Did you forget how close to me you were/
little St. Loser/
wanna be the the best rapper to ever cold bust/
would you still like me yo okay ya lyrics before posting them up/
funny how fast you forget how depended on me you were/
guess that's why you'll always be the little St. Loser/
keeping this on his computer screen and thinking he's clever/
will he turn into a man; NEVER
You sound like a phukkin gorilla trying to eat my children/
leaping through the air from building to building/
I HATE J Malice, I HATE J Malice, with feeling/
that isn't what you were stressing when I was in the psych ward healing/
you wrote me a five verse get well song/
which, myself, I might add was pretty well done/
that time for me was a living hell, son/
though it soon got better after your warm welcome/
You came at me with this, now I have to cut you/
fight until we're both battered, bloody and bruised, I'd love to/
won't stop, I'll keep going, there's never enough, dude/
you'll see me stabbing you with a crucifix, saying Jesus doesn't love you/
I wanted to diss ya tracks cause the song is up to me/
but hell, them sh*ts ain't even up there long enough to see/
let alone hear and now ya think you're bombing at me/
before the end of this, I'm promising you'll need autospy/
Saying I phukk with little girls, couldn't be anymore twisted/
because the only girl I phukk with is your sister/
when in my presence, she has to call me Mr./
and damn, you know J Malice can't resist her/
had to peep out her phukkin tits in the shower/
and then pistol grip type slap the phukkin piss out of her/
on-purpose enpregnation, that b*tch is out of her/
mind thinking she's draining wealth from an emcee of this calibur/
All I need in this life that's twisted/
is Smoothie's little sister/
can I see this chick in her underwear/
and show her tender, loving care/
you've posessed me and really helped me/
see who I am and it's healthy/
Dawg, I promise not to abuse her/
even if she is blood of that punk ass St. Loser
I can only afford to pay one order of child-support/
and son, you're really going after all you can gouge me for/
now you've into an every-single ounce whore/
still remember every rhyme you wrote, you wanted ME to check them out before/
Pimped your little sister in her bathing suit/
now I could pull a you, and say you made me do it/
must admit, she's phukkin hotter than Cagean food/
and I really do like the way she's aging dude/ (Me And My Girlfriend)
is this getting to ya, pissing you off/
well guess what, b*tch, you can't get me to stop/
I can sneak past those who administor laws/
now she got got the birth-control pill top and twisting it off/
might have th
