(Hook)
I told him many times
His messing up my mind
I tired of giving
Want to show him
Up three in the morning
You ain't gonna see it coming
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I told him many times
Not to cross the line
But he don't wanna listen
He already know he dripping
This man's gonna end up missing
(Verse)
I told you so many times that i'm better at writing rhymes
Biggie smalls is stuck in your mind Push you up against a wall
Is it really that time? You're at the borderline
Combine some wine with that and you'll dive from the side
Besides that, you should write idiot on your forehead
Wait, you already got a sign?
You're f**ing ugly, God f**ed up the design
I think that's a crime, If you want, I can break your spine
Somebody should shut you up, The honour is mine
We both climb to the top, you haven't moved a bit
I'm at the centerline, I'll beat you, and then eat you
Oh, Dinnertime! Now i shine, you're at the bottom
Getting re-designed, Retard shall i explain that line?
I told you i were better with rhymes
And i will only do this one time, one time, haha!
(Hook)
I told him many times
His messing up my mind
I tired of giving
Want to show him
Up three in the morning
You ain't gonna see it coming
-
I told him many times
Not to cross the line
But he don't wanna listen
He already know he dripping
This man's gonna end up missing