文本歌词
I know everyone has their own ****ing version of this But no one did it justice, so Here we go, ughTell your b***h to stop complaining 'bout her achy assHer body is a temple—I don't give a ****, I'm atheistMake me stop, make me, b***h, she mad because I taped the shitAnd sent the tape to Ace and Taco—helps 'em ****ing 'bate to itMaster, master, pretty b***h basherBlack and white nigga, mixed like she moo and chew grass or somethin'Sorta like the shit, I guess I'd kinda like my nigga If she wasn't a dyke motorcyclist with Tyson lisp Wolf Gang on that "drive without a license" shitOn that "take Shake and Meka necks and ****ing slice them shits" Oh, how nice—now, you wanna say you like the shit Because you bruised up, your neck sliced, and I ain't icing shit Show me a rapper my age that say he nice as thisAnd I'll show you a nigga that say he hate Barbara Streisand flicks Ha! Me and Berman swervin' in the jeep I'm a nice guy in person, but a pervert in the sheets And I'm magic with the words, murder Merlin over beatsMake the competition kiss the ****ing curb, and then they weep And then they drop, hahaDrop, b***h Drop, dropDrop, drop (Yo), b***h The lambs get silenced and the fans get violent Droppin' lines grimey like the hands of Odd Toddlers****ing Awesome arsenal of wolves in the pack I travel in The battle ram, ramming 'em, rats get to tattling Limbs swinging axes at you antonyms-of-savages And praying that it damages, your hobby's what my passion is**** that nigga shit, my niggas on that savage shit ****ing the game and shoving daggers through the ass of itI said, **** that nigga shit, my niggas on that savage shit****ing the game and shoving daggers through the ass of it Moving on to a Jessica, plannin' to make a mess of herAfter a couple drinks and a session of wild sex with herLike, 'Hey there, intestines! My d**k is erect next to you' We the shit, like what you make—them niggas still ain't fresh as usEat a d**k, b***h!