Jarren Benton - Dont f** up our beats verse lyrics

Ya, ya okay F-V-2-0-1-3 b**h Honey I'm home, its dinner time b**h Your mom know me, bouta sit on my dick Heard you wanna murder me, you better get in line quick Flip hoes, hit her with the Jedi Mind Trick This my year n***a that I shine b**h Duck, run, hide when you hit a nice split Got my first blow job way back in '96 Back like a 2Pac hologram k** a n***a, then I put his body in a mausoleum Break your f**ing leg, let you leave here without a limb I'll be damned, put him in the dirt Better body them Jesus Christ Leech these nights He beats his wife And eats this rice I'll eat this life I'll eat these mics I need this life I'mma sh** hoarde like feces right? Okay, f** say n***a Kick him now i know I'm bout to duck tape n***as Soft as a pillow, you a cupcake n***a Mr.Benton, hold up 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 Club got the beat That will make the track lean Look back like go ahead Suffocate n***as (AHH!)