Battle

"I don't fuck around...dummy..."

You ain't a rapper when I'm done with you
You'll cry yourself to sleep right there
Cuz your nightmares are coming true
I'ma fuck with you on the corner smoking the ganja
You there hoping for change like you voted Obama
I am not your brother but I will cock you mother
The only reason you leaving here cuz I forgot the rubber
Kidnap you quick it's the end of the faggots
You's a hoe but you should know I'm 'bout to smack a bitch
You 'bout as real as a magic trick performed by a mannequin
The day I listen to you I'll follow laws of the Vatican
You in a morgue if we battling, quit playing yourself
The crowd knows keeping your mouth closed is great for your health
So stay in your space or I'm breaking your face
You can cut me in line, still ain't taking my place
Cuz I'll run you over with the force of a bulldozer
Stay out my lane, I make state troopers pull over

"I don't fuck around...dummy..."

Write verse the second with expressions that boggle minds
Words are weapons, two lines do you like a dollar sign
And that's the bottom line, make your wifey swallow mine
Then rob you blind, kill kids for talking shit like Columbine
You don't qualify for best rapper alive
You even wacker than your cat, you got ?? by
I'll probably laugh when you die, make your family cry
When I kill you your pets are scared to stare in my eye
Prepare for your try but you won't accomplish shit
Throw you in a bottomless pit off the top of a cliff
I'll bring apocalypse, doing pot when I spit
So say you God's gift get burnt with pot in the spliff
You're not gonna live much longer like you're last and under
Should of thrown you away and kept the afterbirth
This is the master's work while displaying massive worth
Turn the planet's surface back to just grass and dirt

"I don't fuck around...dummy..."

You can't feature on the song, this a no biter track
You're a garbage artist, even your ghost-writers wack
The day you're ill's the day I check a flow writer rap
There's no place left for waste on this whole entire map
Uninspired and tired to hear you the greatest ever
I'll let you think what you want, I won't debate it never
Til I run up on you punch your face, take your cheddar
Back talking to cops does not make it better
Whatever you clown, but the fact that makes it worse
Who you try to be every time you try to lay your verse
How you got the balls and nerve to even say those words
When you know it in your heart you run with the gayest herds
Fronting like an emcee, take your head on a rival
Used to have enemies til I deaded my rivals
I'm stacking it all up, 'bout to take the next title
While you faggots still rock for love like Bret Michaels

"I don't fuck around...dummy..."