F**k You, Pay Me

[Intro J-zone]

What? you want a what
You wanna battle
You want me to freestyle is you crazy?
I'm allergic to all of that shit man my bills is due
You better cut a check or suck a fat one man
This ain't starsearch
Cats run out o' breath stinkin like a motherfucker spittin and shit
What you need is a one and a half calorie tic tac
Im from a small planet calles bitch please
And that shit is a disease
Be fo' real man c'mon

[Verse 1: J-zone]
Rappers steppin to me, they wanna get some
But im the zone so hey you know the outcome
You want me to freestyle stop your voces
I wanna Cadillac brome and a ostrich coat
Fuck battle J-zone ain't never claimed to be no MC
Wanna battle me i need a G just for entry
You can keep the victory just slide my dough
???? drink your hatoraide and hide your hoe
J-zone uplift whatchu thinking bout
All I uplift is my dick and my bank account
You wanna be educated?
[sorry wrong record]
You want an ill freestyle
[sorry wrong method]
No free beats or freestyle rappin here
Ain't nothing free but the asbestos in Manhattan air
And when it comes to in-stores dont axe me to flow
It ain't a record or a show then i ain't rappin no more
And motherfuck the fame
[See i dont play that shit]
I'd rather deal with a number than a motherfucking name
Cuz im locked in a game where im forced to keep an attitude
Cuz at a show autograph seekers wanna battle you
Even females try to battle me dead
I show'd her the meaning of coming off the head
She soberd up and had beef with me
Bitch are you crazy?
(He grabbed his dick and said look here momma)
Pay me

[Hook J-zone]
You wanna beat (fuck you) Pay me
You wanna freestyle (fuck you) Pay me
I got bills on deck
So cut me a check
Battle you must be crazy

[Verse 2: J-zone]
Half my rap peers hate me, so what your a legend
You can't say jack shit untill you put out a record
Promotors dont like us cuz they're forced to pay
And dont ask for a freestyle im off today
And if you ask again tomorrow i be off then to
To tell you the truth bitch im off to 3002
Now these suckers wanna battle
You must be on the bottle
I want (50 million dollars and a new Eldorado)
Cats straight hate me till the album got recorded
Say my shit would't hit (but your punk-ass bought it)
Bomb bitches are mad cus i don't hesitate to diss hoes
If the shoe fits wear it wipe the buggers out ya kids nose
[????] Disco labels must be sky high
Now they call me animal cuz i tell them (Go byebye)
Fuck it i ain't a muppet but i made myself a promise
To master and accomplish the art of being pompus
Retire at thirty with my two tone caddy
Writing fuck you pay me on my tombstone gladly
Bury me ass up for the world to kiss
Middle finger extended for them herbs that diss
Then got mad because interviews that i spoke my mind in
Lead ya'll to a piss puddle and tell ya'll to dive in
So now you wanna talk about what i owe you
F-U-C-K Y-O-U, Pay me