you bout to catch some bars homie
Never been a phony, ‘xpress styles like a pony
Had Dyaz editoring you, but now I’m here you’re lonely
Cut up like pepperoni, I’ll leave you in suspense
You’re easily butthurt, but I guess it makes sense
I bet Lupe makes your butt hurt
But your relevance fell and your suicide failed
Your story’s more miserable than those children you nailed
Oh, too far for you? Still it is true, you have no clue
How to screw, females your own age
You’re a kid full of grown rage
Bitch, I’m on my own page
Get your shit together, I challenge you
To make something better, but that would be foolish
‘Cause I’m on my school ‘ish
And you’re like a dropout, ‘bout to get knocked out
You’re simply too late, fool you can-not shout