Yo, you're not as cold as me
Motherf**er, stop pretending
You sound like sh**, like Jennifer Lopez
You broke motherf**er
You wanna be better
You're infinitely hopeless
Your f*ggot a** won't ever make it into the light
You ain't hardcore
You're not as cold as me
I feel like the spirit got into me
Yo
Rippin' above the averages
You hold no weight
Like b**hes miscarriages
And your label produces no kids like gay marriages
Crack your skull when I smash your face into the mic
And now you know what I'm like
P-p-p-party crashin'
I'm 'bout to drop like airplane sh** through your roof
And I'm sick of fake hustlers telling lies to the youth
You ain't hardcore
'Cuz I'ma smack the sh** outta your mother
You wanna be gutter, you broke motherf**er
You're infinitely hopeless
You sound like sh**, like Jennifer Lopez
[...]
Yo
I'm the majority
Specifically spitting out this spick
After I die f** my music - you'll feel me spiritually
Party-crashing animal, f**ing model b**hes
Leaving their stick-figure anorexic p**y in stitches
You're not as cold as me
I'm sick of fake hustlers telling lies to the youth
You ain't hardcore
Motherf**ers, stop pretendin'
Your f*ggot a** won't ever make it into the light
You're not as cold as me [8x]
There you have it, the description of a b**h
Now ask yourself, are they talking about you?
Are you that funky, dirty, money-hungry, scandalous, stuck-up, hair piece contact wearing b**h?
Yep, you probably are
b**h!