Jae Millz-
Homie f** you and the block you claim
Listen, f** you and f** your fame
You a ghetto supastar, then f** yo name and if I ever get chance imma f** ya dame
Then I might f** yo motha and f** ya aunt, then spit in yo face like (pssst) you f**in punk
See I'm too hot to f**in touch and if you gotta problem with my language so f**in wat
It ain't no smurk on my face, cause I'm f**in serious and you can't solve a problem you f**in idiot
You gettin outta line stay the f** in ya place, matter fact don't stand there, just get the f** out my face
What the f** I gotta do to show cats I'm f**ing problem, I done embarra**ed damn near half f**in harlem
Stop frontin, .... You f**in broke ad millz mean what he say, you f**in joke
f** wat you gettin and f** wat you got and if really love Houston muthaf**a you can die in ya block
Hold up, matter of fact, ... f** ya block, we can take it to the fist dude f** the Glock
f** yo mother and f** ya pops, f** whatever you stand for, and f** who ever think you hot
Stop tryin to take f**in tough route
Fo puffy standin ova you like damn you got knocked the f** out
Play tough and end up in the f**in sky, and you f**in wit brent that's a f**in lie
You mad cause when I rhyme chicks say i want to f** him and when you rhyme b**hes be like booooo f** him
f** wat you heard, millz ain't no f**in herm, I leave layin on the f**in curb
I k** you and yo f**in boo, and who ever feel sad at the funeral f** them too