RJD2 - Wha's f**in Wit This lyrics

[Verse One: Jakki The Motamouth] My flows taming the worst No, this ain't a mainstream song with a n***a throwing game in his verse Nor an underground song strictly aimed at most geeks With an average a** cat spitting over dope beats Bro please With your ho you better be finished I f**ed your b**h a week ago, you better head for the free clinic I'm a sick individual with a diseased mind You see that pet demon over there? He's mine f** your dawg, my words are more vicious At my weakest I could scare a battle rapper sh**less Beef I laugh In a battle contest with rifles strictly to beat they a** G's stay mad Aim at the chests of the freaks they had Nice breasts got me claiming a set Talk out your a** and I'll give you the runs Superglue the lips on your buns Now you can't say sh** like a nun [Hook: Copywrite] {x2} What's f**ing with this? We're nothing to diss Stuffing dick up in your b**h O.H. 10 we up in your sh** Got something to spit? Only after you s**ing a dick RJ on a banger Let it bump in your whip [Verse Two: Jakki] I'm slapping your game I'm gonna laugh when you came While I was tapping your dame n***a you packing them thangs? Then you asking for pain For a ma**ive insane Cat with the aim Give a stab at your brain I'm the acid that rain Put your a** in a drain With a pa**ion for strangling wack brainiacs rapping the same Technical cats make me act drastically vein f** rappers, ain't trying to like no one else You'll think I'm conceited when I call my body ten times and cipher myself Pop the trunk time to mop this punk Like doing drive bys on trash cans, you popping junk Get your CD out my face, like I'ma cop this gunk Put out 9,000 copies and your pockets shrunk I need no cash, to get in your hoes a** The only thing I'm spending is time at your lab And you just a stench Jakki explained in one word Like crossing out the fuzz on your shirt, excellent All my bully vets in here Let me on your album Now it's mine and you'll guest appear Satan kicked me out, already died So don't tell me to go to Hell, cause I already tried [Hook] [Verse Three: Jakki] I gave Satan evil knowledge, best believe I spread hate like a demonic S.T.D If a kid get in my face, I just be me If I stab him in the waist, then the chest he bleed I don't fight fair Don't square up with me Like a nerd in Heaven holding a Glock Square up with heat Your raps are weak But fly Must I Prove you ain't a tough guy? And you full of sh** like a stuffed fly I snuff guys, kick grunt rhymes You can s** my dick if you don't like the fact I use punchlines Ain't sweating enough? You fire I run a dick s**ing business Your b**h is my new hire This who*e is a trip You can get this pretty b**h outta my face Too many cold sores on her lip Your songs weak, mixed down trash, your beats are chalk I'll see you at your next Record Never Release party If I throw punches at your broad man [?] I'll connect faster than Roy Jones with broadband arms Or we can fight when I steal your ho Alcohol a**ures me I won't feel your blows Who's offended by Rocket Science? I feel your pain But like to let you know that I still feel the same f** y'all "Columbus crews put it down" [Hook]