Lemonade
Betta quit testing my limits, like you're 16 year old bitches
Burstin into tantrums at they party, played out like Ed Hardy
Shirts, nothings worse than these bitches that be goin' platinum
Effortlessly, you know that’s how key’s gonna flatten em'
Like the chocolates in your fat moms pocket when she sat on em'
So far ahead could even take time to look back at em'
But I won't, that’s a waste, and this life it's race
Don’t want memories erased, when I reach my final resting place
At best an eighth, of my skill, is what they got, get crushed like pills
Accumulating kills like online gamers be doin for thrills
Killed this shit, did it leave a will? Bitch im not leavin till
All of you admit that I'm ill
Spit real fire, not a drill
You think your sick but you're more a hypochondriac
Copy cats eat a dick faggot do you copy that?
I'll chop and hack these wack rappers till their fuckin heads detached
Shop and grab some trashbags, leave my clothes at the laundry mat
Terminate their lives in front of their wives, and tell her i'll be back
Then i'll palm her tits like Arnold, bitch was naughty cat
Raps lack facts, while I spit fucking almanacs
Spit it so dirty that in the end ill have all plaques
Abuse these rappers they startin' to beg for sympathy
None to give, got the game on lock like misery
Chop off both of they arms just to preserve the symmetry
Magic on the mic, and I preserve the mystery
Supernatural shit like late night on the history
Channel, got your bitch in my flannel, give a fuck if your pissed at me
Creepin' thru the fog, squint thru the mist and see
The crude reality of where your fucking mrs. be
But don’t worry cuz she won't be kissing me
Give her straight dick, like I can't be pissin' see
Flowin hard, no avodart, you're barely dripping pee
Battle me get blown apart, leave you missin b