Originally Posted by dubster99
I don't slang shit, but my money's my own
You couldn't outrap me if I sent in my clone
Seems like you love me, but I don't wanna bone
Hold my phone trick, and grab my belt loop
I'll teach you how to rhyme, get off that low stoop
You flow like Salt N Pepa, you just wanna shoop
I spray fifty caliber raps to your dome
Got so much steel I'm blingin like chrome
Don't quit your day job kid, your shit is the worst
You couldn't beat me to death if I let you jump first
You slang nursery rhymes, cartoon like lilo n stitch
I'm glad I don't have your name RB equals Rich Bitch
:fawk:
Is your clone mini me, yo, y'all look the same,
but hey, things are lookin' up, atleast he's got game.
I love your ass like mandi likes runnin',
(but of course you know I'm funnin')
Hold your phone man? Man I don't pay for phone sex,
I'll leave that to you and I'll move to the next,
My flows are like SNP, naw more like Jack Daniels,
I'll choke ya, mess ya up, all the same you'll need handles.
You spray bullets? More like sport a middle school poem,
Even the lil girl down the street says she knows em.
Kid hold your belt? I'll use that shit for floss,
Shorty I hold my game tighter than Randy Moss,
I may not outrun you, but be sure I'll hunt you down,
I'll put my foot on your chest, make you look like a clown.