Bugz 97 (Skit)

F*ck that!

Who run sh*t once these drums hit?

You dove headfirst into some old dumb sh*t

Here's a can of a*swhip, for you to come get

Your clique made they trip, I make them hoes submit

Ask your girl, she know the scoop, don't f*ck with Bugz' *****

I chop off her *****, have you sucking one tit

Them pink belly n*ggas, is who you run wit

Making half-a*s songs, sh*tty snares and one kick

I hate your damn sound, don't like it one bit!

You could make a double album, won't have one hit!

Your entire outfit is on some bullsh*t

And there's not a damn one that I can't outwit

I ad-mit, that my style is unfit

For momma's baby boy, because I'm on some dumb sh*t

Like I commit, larceny, give harm quick

You pull the alarm switch I stab you in your armpit

Now who the nitwit wanna come get wit

This egotistic hip-hop fundamentalistic

Don't risk it, you get your sh*t split

Now keep your distance, and keep existence

I'm persistent when it comes to bend sh*t

Smoke the blunt with my judge right before my sentence

I'm relentless, to deny is senseless

Your ***** pay my bill, that's where the hell your rent went

F*ck that!