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Hey, Joe Budden You're a motherfucking joke I'm hip-hop, rawest rapper alive T-shirts and Buddens, this a fucking warning shot Rap niggas wanna talk, I leave with your jaw dropped Lil B for lil' boss, big talk, get your head cracked I'm from the hood, niggas terrorist with no head wraps Westside gangsta connected to the mob Connected to the Roc like I'm J Cole Shoot like I'm Steve Nash, 4-5 tuck with my weed stash You fucking with a robbing ex-killa, get your knees cracked Internet got you thinking that you is a God Real hip-hop over here, blood and tears over here No bitch over here, bad bitches over here No pussy over there, pump it up, you a queer Tryna diss me when you got a fucking full beard Sit down old man, your back 'bout to blow out My rap like a gold mine, studyin' my dope rhymes Rawest rapper in the game, it's like I'm sniffing coke lines Losing all your hair, Joe, think you need Rogaine Joe Budden, Joe booty, what the fuck is yo name? Shut the fuck up with those depressing ass songs It's the summer time, get some fucking pussy and go home Pump it up, pump it up? Man, I'm finna fuck your bitch, Joey Bitch, I'm Based God, I should write you a fucking hit, Joey Leave your fucking head, ho, need a clip, got me a rubber glip Lil B for Lil Boss, I'm still screaming "Fuck A Bitch" I'm 20 and you 45, you look like you 55 Spit like I'm 65, eating pussy 69 You're a nasty old man probably getting butt-fucked You run around, Karate Kid, where's your fucking nunchucks? Maybe you don't have none because you in the hood still Probably selling X pills, probably eating asshole Recording all your bitches, you a motherfucking pervert Joe Budden T.V, Joe Bitch T.V See me in 3D, I'm young but I'm ready, jack I dare you to comeback, I won 'cause I am rap Rap like Saran wrap, your model bitch saved you Put him on the internet 'cause don't nobody play you Performing at cafes, you're still underground How you go mainstream and run back underground? Joe Budden, you're a clown, please just forgive me You shoulda followed fans, now your ass is gonna be history Make you an example, I feed your ass samples You're my own son that ain't never made it rapping I tried to give you chances, you didn't take my hand out And now you looking stupid as you did when you came out And you ain't have no swag and you ain't have no cash Joe Budden, you just ass Ahaha, nigga T-Shirt & Buddens Ayy, Joe Budden, shut the fuck up I have too much swag, Joe, don't bring your girl around But this is about you, Joe, the bay you don't come around The world on my back now, bitch, I run the internet Ba-rang-dang-dang, I'm very smart very intricate I can tell you jealous of Lil B, I'm li'l boss You mad I'm a pretty bitch, you mad you a gay bitch You don't have no fucking niche, surprised you still got fans Act like a grown man, Mood Muzik, go cry Joe Budden, go cry 'cause you a little fag boy And go make a mixtape and mope over every song Keep recording girlfriends, bet you still jack off With your buttcheeks out listening to Mood Muzik Screaming, "Lil B, why the fuck you gotta Ether me?" I could've been your friend, now your career is history Joe Budden, man, you can suck my fucking dick And tell the whole world You got murdered by a pretty bitch Lil B Aye T-Shirts & Buddens Rawest rapper alive Lil B for Lil Boss West coast BasedGod Aye Joe Budden, And I bet you not gonna say shit And I Ether'd your ass I murdered your ass Shut the fuck up and sit on the internet, Lil B