Fretza - f** Your 16's lyrics

I bring the heat Yo' momma bring the beat I slap a rhyme up on my feet and sit and watch them make the cheese No difference in this rap sh** Wright a rhyme and watch my fans go batsh** Nobody knows who I am I'm like Carmen San Diego, got a secret hiding plan Making sure these other rappers don't try and catch the van They stop me grab my lyrics and run home Put it on the internet; then convey it as their own! Check it (beat) Feelings oppressed Put these brothers back to rest Tired out from all this fighting and the mess Of hate, love, war and fear Get up on your feet and reach the chandelier That means bounce Like a trampoline Put your hands up All you n***as know what I mean Feet down hands high "Reach for the sky" Oh sh** it's the cops They found my d** knocked It's a little thing I call a beat that rocks Check em (beat) My game so raw it'll give you samonella My beat so tough it'll put you straight into a coma A Punchline that hits harder than rocky You n***as can't believe these rhymes' comin from a honkey I'm not a success Nowhere near the best But when I bust a rhyme like a nut You're fans go "WHAT" "Who's this guy, he's way better than you" "He slaughtered your beat like some j**s from 1942" Check it (beat) I'm just a brotha L. G. Lova That's what they call me when i'm f**in yo motha I bang like my beats from the window to the wall My mindset so cold it's freezing yo balls Set your clock to 6 Because my beat so sick It'll wake you up in the morn' and harden up yo dick Nothing to be gay Just needed something to say Get ready for another round b**h i'm here all day Check em