[Verse 1: Sixtin Bars]
Don't tell me i'm overreacting
I been on that, I been watching
I been peeping everything you think you doing
Everybody wanna take down the king
But you know what they say, the show ain't over
Till the fat lady sings
Let em eat cake, You couldn't come after me
If you was ridin' in my chrome wrapped Ferrari
And I was runnin in slippers, you missed it
I just flew right past you
You always got a comment when ain't nobody asked you
So look me in the face and tell me you ain't set me up
Look in my brown eyes and get a taste of whats coming to you
You ain't seen my wrath, And hell hath no fury
Now your a** is gra**
Haaa
Everybody out to get a player
Everybody out to get a player
They could ever ever catch a player slippin'
Slippin'
[Verse 2: Sixtin Bars]
What partner, Wuchoo said partner?
Keep talkin you gon end up on the raster
Callin up my rastas, pull up to ya casa
Bing bing no search
Now you at the hospa-ital
True colors no skittles
Dudes act like broads, they so fruity pebbles
I keep a team fulla broads
Why I need dudes when these dudes be like female dogs
They so jealous and they always chattin hella mess
Let a kid be, If you agree please LMS
I just leave em on seen
And I finish em off, Finish em off
Finish em no cream