[Intro: Kid Vishis & Claret Jai]
Yes
Last of the Spitters
The poor stays poor, the rich get richer
It'll be here on eight-nine (it's just so disproportionate)
That's next month
On the ninth
Ha, go get that
You b**h!
[Hook: Claret Jai & Kid Vishis]
Sometimes life seems so unfortunate
That's why I don't give a sh**
The poor stay poor, the rich get richer
It's just so disproportionate (let's go!)
You don't know just what I go through (sick 'em!)
That's why I would rather show you
(Come on, come on, come on, come on) Just how far that I can take it
Every rule, I'm breakin' it
[Verse 1: Kid Vishis]
Aww, sick em, go 'head dumb out
I come to your crib, you'll get drug out
Bullets even graze, snatch ya' plug out
I'm going through a phase, call it "dumbout"
So play and the AK'll spray a hunnid straight out, bring your drum out
Right miss you with the missile
Yo, your b**h shoot the dick like a gift
And the balls like mistletoe
It's Vishis, walkin' your chicken's crib
Your b**h open up her mouth on my command, though I am no dentist
From the city, I'm tough
Listen to your CD, your rhymes s**
Made you think it was sweet, give you a mindf**
Like Diddy trying to get to the greet
My words is enough of a weapon to k** a beat
At your door mask in a bag, knockin' like "trick or treat"
Off the ground where I'm a lift his feet
When the pound hit his cheek, victory
Leave you on the ground, spittin' out yo' teeth
k** him in the middle of the road since you so street
[Hook: Claret Jai & Kid Vishis]
Sometimes life seems so unfortunate
That's why I don't give a sh**
(Get em' up) The poor stay poor, the rich get richer
It's just so disproportionate (let's go!)
You don't know just what I go through (sick 'em!)
That's why I would rather show you
(Come on, come on, come on, come on) Just how far that I can take it
(Yeah) Every rule, I'm breakin' it
[Verse 2: Kid Vishis]
Yeah, f** him on me one time
Call yo' wife and tell her "you not comin' home"
Like Richie after s** with Sunshine
I put you two balls in the corner pocket then shoot the two ball at your crotch
Then beat you with the sock and cue ball, it's true y'all
I never been the one to cook crap
Yeah, I'm hung over but I'm a one man wolf pack
I'm about that, you just about rap
I know you want the cheese but you won't but get some motherf**in' mousetrap
Take the heaven the battler
Yeah, I'm home alone with my toys, do robbers worse than Kevin McCallister
Hand callus from can cappin' the cannon at ya' canister
f**, a career's worse than bad managers
Don't be the first guy who I'll make stare into the barrel of an eagle and give you a bird's eye view
You can't upset who can punch you in the chest and break ya' heart
Have ya' feelin' like your main b**h left you
[Hook: Claret Jai & Kid Vishis]
Sometimes life seems so unfortunate (awww, hahaha)
That's why I don't give a sh**
(Get em' up) The poor stay poor, the rich get richer
It's just so disproportionate (yeah, yeah, yeah, let's go)
You don't know just what I go through (sick 'em!)
That's why I would rather show you
(Come on, come on, come on, come on) Just how far that I can take it
Every rule, I'm breakin' it
[Outro: Kid Vishis]
Sick 'em!