Just a producer - Plan B lyrics

"At the top floor of Orlando and don't see none of y'all s**ers." Cheaaa You illiterate, little kids Put ya in baby crib Maybe if your guns were real, but that's just "maybe if" Crazy sh**, contraband was just like a navy ship It sunk to the bottom before they even made that ship I make I'll figures, fresh like JB Bentley on E, which E stands for empty Ugh You a immigrant, green card Reduce, reuse, recycle them three R's Retard, You pretend your a vengeance I put the red in redemption If my name is in mention I'll put the K as in message Like ya b**h was mad when texting Now let me show you what's really infected Your last phase I cascade I castrate Your sad face I activate The last of days To pa** the way For my campaign My dick has flames You speak in shame But I maintain To k** the weak Dont speak to me To peak your cheap Words to be Added to thee Verses I seek Make mills, no meek You up sh**s creek I'm diagon alley Higher fire breathing dragon I like guys but you the f*ggot The same disses you keep draggin But sadly i made it happen You wanna battle me? try mo Dont record your f**ing songs on an Iphone And Eric Thinking your buzz Rose like Derrick Went at me on a wack beat Thats very barbaric Yours bars are clearance The style you have is apparent To be bought by your parents Cause who the f** wears Marc Ecko? (Bullsh** Dialog) (Verse 2) f**ing beats up as I go on Never gave a damn cause this show never goes on You a f**ing b**h Put a f**ing thong on Then you sing the song Thong.....thong thong thong thong Cause that's what you rap like b**h you a rap dyke f** you and your mom In her black kite f** it I'll take the bucket Put it over my head Your girlfriend can s** it I nut over her face now She a grey hound She so great now She wanna bake cows I bake cows for a living (Bullsh** dialog)