Jarren Benton - DFUOB V Contest (Jarren Benton) lyrics

[Intro:] Jarren Benton here, live and direct If you just now tunin' in that means you 'bout to enter: Funk Volume's: Don't Fu[n]k Up Our Beats Contest b**h! Look here, there's only one way to do this sh**... [Verse:] Ya, ya, okay FV two-oh-one-three b**h Honey I'm home it's dinner time b**h Come on, no knees 'bout to sit on my dick Heard you wanna murder me you better get in line quick Pimp hoes, hit 'em with the Jedi mind trick This my year, n***a better shine b**h Duck one high, when you hit a nice spliff Got my first bl**job way back in '96 Back like a 2Pac hologram k** a n***a then I put his body in the mausoleum Break a f**ing leg, bet you lean, him without a limb I'll be damned, but 'em in the dirt, better body 'dem Jesus Christ, he just nights, he beats his wife, and eat this rice I eat this knife, I eat these mics, I need this life! I'm the sh** who*e, like feces right? Okay, f**'s sake n***a Kickin' down the door I'm 'bout to duct tape n***as Soft as a pillow you a cupcake n***a Mr. Benton hold on, I'm 'bout to update n***as How the hell you a G when you bu*t rape n***as? Hold up, shout out to my upstate n***as Blood got a beat that'll make the track bleed Look back like, "Go ahead, suffocate n***a!"