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!