Bugz '97

Fuck that, who run shit once these drums hit?

You dove headfirst into some old dumb shit

Here's a can of ass whip for you to come get

Your clique made they trip, I make them hos submit

Ask your girl, she know the scoop, don't fuck with Bugz, bitch

I chop off her titty, have you suckin' one tit

Them pink belly **** is who you run with

Makin' half-ass songs, shitty snares and one kick

I hate your damn sound, don't like it one bit

You could make a double album, won't have one hit

Your entire outfit is on some bullshit

And there's not a damn one that I can't outwit

I admit that my style is unfit

For mama's baby boy, because I'm on some dumb shit

Like I commit, larceny, give harm quick

You pull the alarm switch, I stab you in your armpit

Now who the nitwit wanna come get with

This egotistic hip-hop fundamentalistic?

Don't risk it, you get your shit split

Now keep your distance, and keep existence

I'm persistent when it comes to bend shit

Smoke the blunt with my judge right before my sentence

I'm relentless, to deny is senseless

Your bitch pay my bill, that's where the hell your rent went, fuck that