Look at these wack hos showin' off they internet skill,
Dropping hate on crackhoes when they into that pill,
And I say pill, not roll, coz this isnt no ecstasy,
Its the one you take the day after you try and get next to me,
Skank ho, you can't be naming no OGs,
You too busy taking em hard on yo knees,
Taking it from the back like a bona fide pro,
Coz you cant even afford your own high you cheap ho,
Think you can jock me, represent those who rhyme,
Bitch the only thing you represent is the poverty line,
You aint no thugged up gangstarr keeping it real on the street
You a rugged up grandma cant even stand on yo feet,
Gotta be leeching off my style, trying to play my game,
While you be riding me wild, screaming my name,
You think you repping the hood like some modern day prophet,
The only thing you are is an ass for my profit,
Trying to be jesus and change peoples perceptions,
When your path was set to be a ho at conception,
No brains, no looks, do you have any talents?
Apart from riding 3 cocks and manging to stay balanced?
Keep it up, keep it going, you gotta have an aspiration
But step to me and its a fucking assassination,
Like your baby, got to week 3 and didnt go farther,
Coz you aint know which one of the 3 was its father,
Bitch trying to front like she an upstanding ghetto resident,
You aint got no chance when ya own mum set a ho precedent,
Next time you PMSing dont let ya twat run yo mouth,
Coz when you trying to play rhymes you steppin in my house.
Word.
