oh here are my lyrics
ima battle this faggety french lookin terminator(remember his pic with the sunglasses)
with a shrew for an ass but lips like an alligator(he cant back his mouth up gaurentee)
i tried a collab with loose but i just cant love a hater(i cant like mookie)
especially mookie cuz he cant flo now or later(double meaning he is weet like the candy and he will
and when he raps he sounds like a retarded darth vader(no need to explain)not ever be better than me)
seriously when he flos i think i need a translator(who can ever fully understand him?)
the dude kills himself all i simply do is cater(i provide the sustanance, food mookie the stuff ppl feed on)
to his disability,bein not as real as me(ur street disabled compared to me)
i get to act silly when im beatin up this philly(i get to have fun cuz ur like a girl)
are u gonna get a milli when u start to killi killi (im bein patronizing and mocking u)
all ull get is a biddi biddi that's life in the penatilly(thats what ull get cuz ur too stupid to pull it off)
you'll be a b*tch to the biggest dude on lockdown(the little boys who run their mouths become b*tches)
he pluggin u from behind askin where u from u say outaWOW(ur probly into that s**t u talk about it)
oh ur on tha block with killas crack slangin(patronizng and mocking)
so tell me what set is u bangin the truth aint rangin(meaning its not ringing true u aint claimin)
hook:
mookie talkin like he gets a lot of nookie
but he just a rookie(u pay for pussy u are not a player)
so hell crumble when we rumble like a f**kin cookie
time onca again for u to play hookie(u leave from the forum all the time and tell us like we care)
cuz i beat u up like u didnt pay the bookie(i beat u)
when we battled first i was just bein lazy(our first battle i didnt try very hard)
ur guns aint real they say do da lop a daisy(old sour cream commercial plus bb gun name about u and
when i listen to u my brain goes all hazy(i cant understand u) ur “crew”)
am i hearin mook or an arab patrick swayze(u sound gay and weak)
ima flo here and go a little bit crazy
ima bloody mook like im directed by scorsese
oh u gonna find me or is that just a maybe(when u said u'd buy my ip address)
cuz i dont do that s**t so come at me man hate me(i told u where i was at come get me)
cuz im killin u lately, cut u up after i bake thee
thats old english see? just for u mookie
you is just all b*tchy, little snot nosed whiny(u still a boy)
arab and french mix richy, rich in a white tee(u r not a thug u are a rich boy u've said it urself)
so go ahead grab ur check book get some money(refering to u bragin about money and what u canget
cuz u about as hard as that 80's b*tch band blondie(weak and discoey u get it)
if we dont talk s**t you'll stop bein hastey(u said u'd stop if we stoped talkin s**t)
to write lies, well id rather shoot myself in the face b(as long as u keep doin this retarded s**t id rather die than stop makin fun of u)