The Judge - Sub lyrics

Bout to make this meek mill dis track n***a me and you rap battlin is a motherf**in mismatch That why your bottom lip need a f**in tic tac Bout to beat you three times in a row call that tic tac toe Take your ho You already f**in know That my flow need i say any more *beat drops* Why are you speaking your just a f**in copy cat If you want a problem just let me take out f**in the gat If you are a p**y do I need to call you a cat? Straight fact, 4x Pockets on super fat n***a you should already know that Just getting started That's why when you rap you sound like your brain just farted When I rap it sound the hardest hottest ever artist Even when you in the cut making beats You sound like a sponsor for autism speaks (announcer) please rise I don't why these haters try to see to my demise But i see through there disguise (announcer cuts in)the king is now in the building Bars is so sick that i start f**in k**ing Still i'm the king havin these peasant n***as calling me sire I get what i desire Like a flame thrower i spit nothing but fire ...................... (announcer) the judge decides that you are sentence for your whole fate You shall die one this date 1/9/2014 *HITTING OF GAVEL*