[Verse 1: OnMna] Now imma switch to the other end of the spectrum You don't wanna hear. what I'll put in your ear. cause it gets playful Don't get me wrong, don't feel talked to when you hear this song If you do then I guess you should check your source, maybe even try to emote some more And I didn't come here to offend your soul Just inform the people of what comes along If you know you have to deal with this kind of hoe Really gets you low, so you better roll, and go with the flow Lemme calm down now, so settle down. no need to start throwing down No feed back b**h, allow me to explain, be sure to write it down She won't say sh**, but she wants attention Eyes cold as f**, but she won't select you Wanna try? you'll meet frustation And don't make it a public inmolation Cause she really gets off by watching you suffer Empty inside by the end of the summer You just wasted your time, ain't that a b**h You might commit a crime, so get that stitch Now you all alone, and no one bats an eye when you show your thong And you even flap lips about changing the world But for that, well I made a couple other songs (Will you hear them tho?) So for now, don't take this as agression (or affection) Just a lesson. Don't you dare think you are something special [Verse 2: OnMna] Verse two, what? you really thought, we couldn't pull out any normal songs? Not gonna sit here and write metaphors, for a b**h who can't get what a mic is for And the light is on, and my shame is gone But I'll never hesitate to get my verbals on So let's divide, put the ugly on words and get out of my sight (or face my might) Nothing but an obstacle In my optical Unacceptable Unavoidable Unironically Hate your guts for sure But I never did Get to f** you though What is that my boy? Wanna f** her boy? So your balls hang low? Would it help you though? Don't you dare hoe He's my boy you hoe Get away you hoe Get a face you hoe But it's too late. and guess what n***a You just realized you've been wasting your time, player sh** I don't know, just leave this hoe at the door Go back home, play some vidya, smoke a big fat joint Next time you open yourself date a woman not a girlie Those make you feel good and you can even f** them yearly This is getting depressing, so let's end it on an up note At least now you know how to spot a no feedback b**h though