La Misère

Don't you dare start a beef unless you talking 'bout boxin' I'ma put you in the dirt and you can pick out your coffin Formaldehyde in my blunts and I ain't even coughing Put ya team on the bench, now y'all sit n' jus' gossip My whole team fulla bosses, and that makes you real nauseous You jus' mad and you jealous 'cause I cut off my losses Why you mad, motherfucka? 'Cause I'm better than you Yo whole click can suck my dick, they know better than to Throwing dirt on my name, I'll throw dirt on ya grave Got my dick in ya mouth and you must like the taste Boy you all cap just like the store Lids Talkin' big shit, on the low you a bitch I'ma pull up in Canada, sell some crack to yo mother In another 9 months, here come a new baby brother