A little bit of everything

A little bit of everything

It's about to get ugly son, don't start brawlin with me
Cause there's no way in hell that I'm squashing a beef
When I'm spittin my flows it's like I'm splittin your bones
with lyrics so sharp they could be slitin your throat
This kid is a joke and will never have a crib of his own
He the type to live with his folks till he's fifty years old
Don't try to cross this villain/ you better pay your dues
Cause a laugh at your expense is gonna cost you millions
Slap your lame excuse right back in your mouth
You kids should stay in school cause class isn't out
When I say you dudes is fake I don't hate on you
It's just that... you fools too scared to face the truth
Listen son, your jewels and chain don't make you cool
But goes perfectly with my Guccishades and gatorshoes (thx!)
If you choose to gain you should make a move, but
You should also know I rule the game and you play to loose
Catch a bullet through your brain after I aim and shoot
Then your whole crew get sprayed by my blazin tools
After the massacre the cops won't know who is who, and
be more confused than a retarded kid with a rubics cube
And when I got the munchies like Shaggy and Scooby Doo
I shake you upside down for your coins like Looney Tunes
The reason why you kiddie rappers got irrelevant rhymes
Is because you stupid muhfuckas got unintelligent minds
While I'm droppin platinum nobody cops your album
Not even if you told em to do so as you cocked a Magnum
You little pussycats, I got what you rookies lack
That's why every single club tryin to book my act
I stay in the lab mixin tracks like I was cookin crack
Drop joints like I was pushin grams of Kush and hash
On the real, the truth is... I'd rather read a scripture
written by fuckin G-Lee than one written by Neobica