Tyler James Williams - Moment of truth lyrics

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Tyler James Williams - Moment of truth lyrics

[Brandon Mychal Smith] Uh, so you're a rapper now? Oh, uh okay Here we go again Prepare to meet your end Just looked you up on Facebook You have 0 friends This kid's a loser, yo He ain't even kissed a girl You write her love letters I buy her ice and pearls So how you like me now Even Roxanne's in the background saying "Wow! Bling's got style!" I'm off the gold chain If you're a rapper why is Kris your backup dancer Like an extra on Soul Train? I see your mommy and your daddy in the front row They must be embarra**ed for you bro You're not a real MC you should quit hip hop Now be a good bus boy and go get your mop [Tyler James Williams] Bling, you don't wanna battle You're the snake without the rattle You're the boat without the paddle You're the duck without the waddle You're the horse without the saddle The ranch without the cattle The day without the shadow Son I think you should skedaddle Kick gravel Sayonara punk, arrivederci What language do I have to say it in For you to hear me clearly Adios amigo, you're over with finito This clown couldn't rap anything but my burrito [Brandon Mychal Smith] Kid you have to hold your mommy's hand before you cross the street You have to sneak out the house just to clean and sweep And now you look queasy I made you go mute Put your camera phones up so you can post this on YouTube Truth's gotta screw loose He's terrified to bust So lightweight I can blow him over with a gust You're weak like 7 days, you deserve boos You should walk around in some high-heel shoes, ha! You should rock pigtails and a skirt You're shaking in your boots Are your feelings getting hurt? Well maybe I should hurt more than your feelings Maybe I should rip the roof off the theater ceiling Maybe you should start kneeling His eyes are getting misty You're so wack if you were me you couldn't diss me Kissy kissy Roxanne did you miss me I'll take you out to dinner after I've eaten this pip squeak And when we're on vacation I'll let him house sit Here's a couple bucks Buy your self a better outfit [Tyler James Williams] You know what? You don't have a stack of cash or a flashy pad I saw you last week driving a taxi cab Your secret's out and now they know, sport We'll call you if we need a ride to an airport In fact, you can drop me off at home after this And you can take your couple bucks back but as a tip You're playing yourself like solitaire Telling everyone here that you're a millionaire You're not a baller you're a phony I bet your whole crew was a bunch of rent-a-homeys And now you lay in bed lonely Your persona's a facade The only girls you get are in the pages of a catalog Here stands Lord of the Bluff His lies were legendary till the Truth made him hush And what's funny is your truth is enough Why'd you have to make up all the money and stuff I guess it's easier to play the role and act hard Cause you don't have the guts to tell us who you really are So you can keep a trophy that you don't deserve I might be a bus boy but you just got served