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Bugz
fk that!
Who run s**t, watch these drums h*t
You dove head first into some old dumb s**t
Here's a can of as* whip, for you to come get
Your clique made their trip, I made them hoes submit
Ask your girl, she knows the scoop don't fk with Bugz b*tch
I'll chop off her t*ti, have you sucking one t*t
Them pink belly *****s is who you run with
Making half as* songs, s**tty snares and one kick
I hate your d*mn sound, don't like it one bit
You can make a double album, won't have one hit
Your entire outfit is on some bulls**t
And there's not a d*mn one that I can't out wit
I admit, that my style is unfit
For mamma's baby boy because I'm on some dumb s**t
Like I commit arsony, get harm quick
You pull the alarm switch, I'll stab you in your armpit
Now who the nitwit wanna come get with
This egotistic, hip-hop fundalmentalisitic
Don't risk it, you'll get your s**t split
Now keep your distance, and keep existence
I'm persistent when it comes to bench s**t
I smoked a blunt with my judge right before my sentence
I'm relentless to deny you're senseless
Yo b*tch, pay my bill that's where the hell your rent went
fk that!