Hey yo, fuck-ass JT, you 'round here tryin' to flauge,
actin' like you got shit, bitch, you ain't got no motherfuckin'
money, bitch, ya can't motherfuckin' fuck, you ain't shit,
your Clan ain't shit, fuck all y'all, ya eat pussy, bitch, fuck
you, ya smell stank, your breath shitty ...
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Mic check, 1-2, I'm all that!
Punk bitch! So say that small rap
Talkin' that fuck-shit
'Bout ya don't like me, pussy hoe, suck dick!
Your motherfuckin' problem ain't hoe-hatin'
You're just mad 'cause yo' ass got straightened
But I don't give a fuck!
Hope you get hit by a truck, ya stank slut!
Tryin' to get fly!
Bitch, eat dick and die!
I ain't tryin' to play footsie
I got money, bitch, keep yo' stank pussy
'Cause that ain't shit!
I can get pussy or head from some other bitch
I'm representin' for my niggas
So, fuck you gold-diggers
You playin' niggas too close!
Yo, my niggas, man, let these hoes know!
(Fuck y'all hoes! Y'all ain't shit!
Y'all bitches need to start ridin' on a nigga' dick!)
A lot of y'all hoes is slimy
I've been tellin' y'all 'bout yo' ass since '90
But y'all hoes still buggin'
A lot of bitches fuckin' around on they husbands
Ask me, I know
I've been tryin' to tell these niggas 'bout y'all hoes
But some niggas don't listen
And them the same fuck-niggas that I be dissin'
I don't give a fuck about the next nigga
I diss hoes and I'm still they main sex figure
So now what's up?
You wanna be a hoe? Be a hoe! I don't give a fuck!
That's your motherfuckin' business
Just give me meat, and you can leave when you're finished
See, I know how it goes
Hey, my niggas, once again, let these hoes know!
(Fuck y'all hoes! Y'all ain't shit!
Y'all bitches need to start ridin' on a nigga' dick!)
Y'all flaw ass bitches need to quit it
Y'all know y'all hoes, so go ahead and admit it!
Stop actin' all seditty! I ain't got no pity,
I'll punch yo' ass in the tittie, bitty
Yeah, bitch, you know me
Same nigga from last year, put a foot in yo' ass here
See, bitches know the flavor
I know it's In your Nature, but a nigga still hate ya
'Cause y'all hoes be trippin'
I ain't got shit for yo' ass but an ass-whippin'
Yeah, blame it on the Bitchizer
Hoes gettin' mad 'cause niggas gettin' wiser
See, I know how the game go'
That lover-boy shit played out with the Kangol
And for the niggas who livin' that way,
Better get yo' ass a motherfuckin' Poison Clan tape
And fuck them hoes who be frontin'
For the last time, y'all, tell these hoes somethin'!
(Fuck y'all hoes! Y'all ain't shit!
Y'all bitches need to start ridin' on a nigga' dick!)