(CHORUS) -JR Writer-
I tried like hell to warn 'em
you guys just well ignored him
its time the fella storms 'em
(Give me a second and this game is gonna be mine)
Ill break this down to bitch
and shake the town with hits
then lay it down with clips
(Give me a second and this game is gonna be mine)
You haters sound like tricks
ill make this clown my bitch
and shake them down for chips
(Give me a second and this game is gonna be mine)
so just take out your pockets
youll be raped if you got it
aint no way you can stop it
(give me a second and this game is gonna be mine)
(FIRST VERSE) -JR Writer-
i kno you heard im sick
ill murder this,
i murder shit
i splurge in whips
my shirt and kicks
for alexandra herkavich
but you thirst to kiss
the dirty chick
like she really worth the trip
let her get a surper sip
and serve the cris
you's a sucker lover
cuff her, cuff discuss her, mothafucka
trick on a whore
she ask gimme some more like she Busta
and slimy for thou's
my style is,
i never snitch, bitch,
why would i drop a dime on you now, wow
i'm fly as my babes
ostrich and snake
provide you an eight
stuff your damn nostrils with weight
wait...
these fiends remind me of Derek Jeter for leaders
how everytime i pitch, they slide for the base
the crook is the creep,
i jooks you to eat
but i still deserve the fuckin best look of the week
cuz look, every week,
mink, fox, gator,lookin like an animal,
so zookeepers wanna put me to sleep
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(SECOND VERSE) -JR Writer-
I'm that sickening disease
with that trick up his sleeve
whos got it mastered, bastard, you dont exist in my breeze
front like, if your a G
end up Christopher Reeves
you will sit where you pee
tubas sit where you breathe
ball like Christopher Reeves
but i stick with my ease
you get ditched if you please
or get pitched in the sea
for some cats snitchens they steam
snitch what they see
call em hoodrats, and i dont mean a trip from the P's
my mathematics are acrobatic
the savage, but im past the average from static
i could back the matic with cabbage
and your back to faggots
mac slang him, stain him, beam him
the cap wheezing,
like i bounced on the front, how i flat, leave him
buck you a wrecker
trust me, a stepper
yes, bling, neck, ring, about a hundred together
so im stuck with a heffer,
that wanna suck on a pecker
with a bigger neck then the damn nutty professor
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