Yo, you're not as cold as me
m***********, stop pretending
You sound like s***, like Jennifer Lopez
You broke m***********
You wanna be better
You're infinitely hopeless
Your f***** a** won't ever make it into the light
You ain't hardcore
You're not as cold as me
I feel like the spirit got into me
Yo
Rippin' above the averages
You hold no weight
Like b****** miscarriages
And your label produces no kids like gay marriages
Crack your skull when I smash your face into the mic
And now you know what I'm like
P-p-p-party crashin'
I'm 'bout to drop like airplane s*** through your roof
And I'm sick of fake hustlers telling lies to the youth
You ain't hardcore
'Cuz I'ma smack the s*** outta your mother
You wanna be gutter, you broke m***********
You're infinitely hopeless
You sound like s***, like Jennifer Lopez
[...]
Yo
I'm the majority
Specifically spitting out this spick
After I die f*** my music - you'll feel me spiritually
Party-crashing animal, f****** model b******
Leaving their stick-figure anorexic p**** in stitches
You're not as cold as me
I'm sick of fake hustlers telling lies to the youth
You ain't hardcore
m************, stop pretendin'
Your f***** a** won't ever make it into the light
You're not as cold as me [8x]
There you have it, the description of a b****
Now ask yourself, are they talking about you?
Are you that funky, dirty, money-hungry, scandalous, stuck-up, hair piece contact wearing b****?
Yep, you probably are
b****!
m***********, stop pretending
You sound like s***, like Jennifer Lopez
You broke m***********
You wanna be better
You're infinitely hopeless
Your f***** a** won't ever make it into the light
You ain't hardcore
You're not as cold as me
I feel like the spirit got into me
Yo
Rippin' above the averages
You hold no weight
Like b****** miscarriages
And your label produces no kids like gay marriages
Crack your skull when I smash your face into the mic
And now you know what I'm like
P-p-p-party crashin'
I'm 'bout to drop like airplane s*** through your roof
And I'm sick of fake hustlers telling lies to the youth
You ain't hardcore
'Cuz I'ma smack the s*** outta your mother
You wanna be gutter, you broke m***********
You're infinitely hopeless
You sound like s***, like Jennifer Lopez
[...]
Yo
I'm the majority
Specifically spitting out this spick
After I die f*** my music - you'll feel me spiritually
Party-crashing animal, f****** model b******
Leaving their stick-figure anorexic p**** in stitches
You're not as cold as me
I'm sick of fake hustlers telling lies to the youth
You ain't hardcore
m************, stop pretendin'
Your f***** a** won't ever make it into the light
You're not as cold as me [8x]
There you have it, the description of a b****
Now ask yourself, are they talking about you?
Are you that funky, dirty, money-hungry, scandalous, stuck-up, hair piece contact wearing b****?
Yep, you probably are
b****!