Hot damn, you're the hoe, so yo, pull up your zipper
This ain't 'how ya like me now' or 'jack the ripper'
You swing, you swung low, and now you're sub-sub
(mh-mh) yep, you f-ed up
Antoinette's the boss, get it straight and remember that
I dis and don't miss, cause i ain't a friend of that
Scallywag, that tom, dick & harry-hag
Don't get upset, homegirl, just get mad
You're a lightweight, so it's easy to demo teeth
A '10% dis'? here's a 100% beef
So get closer and try to figure how
You wasn't hype before, but you look like a now
And that's factual, cause i got actual
Proof, troop, i got you floatin like fruit loops
No wonder you hang with m-i-l-k
A brother that's a gremlin and a rockhead deejay
It's a shame you didn't make no money
And roll with antoinette? hah - ain't that funny
And lucky you, here's a four leaf clover
Meanwhile: lyte's out, the party's over
Lyte's out, now the party's over
Homegirl reminds me of my dead dog rover
Lyte's out, now the party's over
Homegirl reminds me of my dead dog rover
(the party's) (over)
Fly that fist, fly that fist, go 'head
She'll front and i'll fly that b*tch's head
(oooooohhh...) yo g. off, back to the program
Word to hurb, they tried to dis this
But i'ma snow and drop a blizzard like christmas
Just one of my - ehm, season's greetings
(to lyte?) yeah, to help the needy
So pitch and i'ma hit, you catch it
A present from me to you, now wrap it
In bandage, cause i do damage
And if i do say so myself, i do manage
To make a record dope, even when i'm dissin
I move right, and now you're left missin
In action, or should i say actions
Cause my satisfaction's a fraction
Of what i do when i'm hoggin it
I hold you like a jail cell, and you're the dog in it
I when i think, you're like my dead dog rover
(yo yo, lyte's out) yeah, the party's over
Lyte's out, now the party's over
Homegirl reminds me of my dead dog rover
Lyte's out, now the party's over
Homegirl reminds me of my dead dog rover
I stretch my arm like elastic and finally reach the hoe
Antoinette's dope, and now i'ma teach you, so
Ain't nobody chillin, your whole clan's wack
And damn, you cram to is understand that
Picture me in flicks more than dudley
You may be lyte, but you ain't lovely
I'm fed up, so i had to get rude
Now who's puffin with a bloody attitude
Lyte's out, now the party's over
Homegirl reminds me of my dead dog rover
Lyte's out, now the party's over
Homegirl reminds me of my dead dog rover
Now let's start booin the audio 2 and
Whoever else is in your wick-wack crew'n
I got the rhymes, you got the place, name it
You get the picture? now frame it
And you thought that you would hit with a dis
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha... sucker, you missed
Oh boy!
Hah!
E-ex-excuse me, m'am
Your new jam i like
But what about mc lyte?