Art II
[Intro]
Sometimes I think you'll never learn, no
But you might learn today, yeah

[Verse 1: Joey Nato]
I really wish that I knew what I ever did to you
That made you want to turn around and stab my back when I turned around
Think of my point of view: I was mad when I heard the news
I didn't believe it at first, but now, I know it's not a rumor now
How come we need to sort this out in this type of way?
'Cause I try to be a good friend to you, but if that's how you want to play
I can do that all day, two can play that game; touché
See, what I'm tryna say is-

[Hook: Joey Nato]
I'll fuck your bitch! (What? Huh? What? Huh?)
I'll fuck your bitch! (Oh! What?)
Ah, ah, ah, she thinks I'm rich! (What? She thinks I'm what?)
I'll fuck your bitch, uh, I'll fuck your bitch, uh!
I'll fuck your–!
[Verse 2: Joey Nato]
See, I didn't want to take it there, but you did me dirty for the last time
Got your chick sweatin' like halftime, oh yeah
And I got it all planned out, I'ma do it different than the norm
Took a little drive to enterprise and signed the rental form
Porsche same color as cappuccino, don't ask where I got this watch
'Cause little does she know, it's still a Rollie, but I got this shit at a thrift shop
I'ma take you out to dinner with a credit card and then look her right in her eyes
And basically now at that point, I think you realize-

[Hook: Joey Nato]
I'll fuck your bitch! (What? Huh? What? Huh?)
I'll fuck your bitch!  (Oh! What?)
Ah, ah, ah, she thinks I'm rich! (What? She thinks I'm what? I'm not)
I'll fuck your bitch, uh (Haha), I'll fuck your bitch, uh! (What?)
I'll fuck your bitch! (Ooh, huh? What?)
I'll fuck your bitch! (Oh-ho, no)
Ah, ah, ah, she thinks I'm rich! (What? Ayy, ayy)
I'll fuck your bitch, I'll fuck your bitch! (Yeah, yeah)
I'll fuck your–!

[Verse 3: Crypt]
I'll fuck your bitch if you try to fuck me over
You thought that your heart was cold, but mine's colder
Time for war and I'm a mighty soldier
And my rhymes are like bullets from my mind, I'ma load the
Holes in my enemies, peg you from the head to the floor
Got 'em lookin' like a board from Connect Four
I'll make sure that your whore will mourn your dead corpse
Before she goes on all fours
Time to get illy again, I'll kill a million men
Before I let a motherfucker break me down from within
I'll turn your grin into a frown and my frown into a grin
Got you crying like a kid, begging me to forgive
Until I smash in action your head in this pussy to your dick
Toss you down into a ditch, your funeral I’ll attend
And to your bitch, I will pretend and cover her up as a friend
Invite her up to my crib, and in the end-
[Hook: Joey Nato, with Crypt ]
I'll fuck your bitch! (What? Huh? What? Huh?)
I'll fuck your bitch! (Oh! What?)
Ah, ah, ah, she thinks I'm rich! (What? She thinks I'm what? I'm not)
I'll fuck your bitch, uh! (Haha) I'll fuck your bitch, uh
I'll fuck your bitch! (Ooh, huh? What? Huh?)
I'll fuck your bitch! (Oh! What?)
Ah, ah, ah, she thinks I'm rich! (What? She thinks I'm what? Ayy, uh)
I'll fuck your bitch, uh, I'll fuck your– *****!