Ima take you out ya misery, and after this they gonna put you in the social study book, cuz you history
Shut your mouth up before I buck lead and make a lot of blood shed/ Turn your tux red, I'm far from broke, got enough bread/ And mad hoes...ask Beavis I get nothin' butt head
I got more riches than you, fuck more bitches than you/ Only thing I haven't got is more, stitches than you/ Fuckin punk, you ain't a leader, what? Nobody followed you/ You was never shit, your mother shoulda swallowed you
I'm makin rap hits, I snap flicks and mack chicks, Just the slim ones, you won't see L with no fat bitch
I'm looking nothing like ya poppa, I would'nt give a chick ten cents, to put cheese on a whopper.
They wanna know why, I'm so fly, a girl asked me for a ring and I put one around her whole eye.
I'm known for yokin jacks and beatin em wit smokin gats, Leavin token blacks with broken backs and open caps.
I got slugs for snitches, no love for bitches, Puttin thugs in ditches when my trigger finger itches.
I probably got your mommy strung, niggas hear me and take more notes than conny chung, my clan plans to get julieanni hung.
I'm feelin' like Billy Bathgate, My rap style is passed great, I love to fuck a bitch from the back and watch her ass shake.
Big L is that nigga you expect to catch rep on any cassette deck, I'm so ahead of my time my parents haven't met yet.
Ayo my crew be deliverin hot lead when gats I clench, rappers I jack and lynch, nobody could fuck with the way I be killing up shit in rap events.
I'm known for snatching purses, and bombing churches, I get more pussy by accident than most niggas get on purpose.
A Tec-9 is my utensil, Fillin' niggas with so much lead they could use they dick for a pencil.
I'm makin ducks shed much tears, I buck queers/ I don't have it all upstairs but who the fuck cares