- Ya skills must be bomb, Spittin' on a dot.com
You do rhymes and poems, I do facts and psalms
You judge on the face and smile, I weigh on the grace and style
Get your shit straight, you shooten blanks
I’m real estate, You section eight
the only dick you get to see nut is when you got to take a pay cut
Boss fuck you like the scruffed slut, treat you like the family mutt
While you niggy white cats, Scribble down your phat raps
Better watch ya back, Im on ya like a nap sack
Can’t you see im modestly arrogant, my shit's vividly apparent
You try to act tough and shit, But you ain’t got your GED yet kid
Im college bitch! Don’t question my knowledge and wit
I’ll paint my name on your bitches tits, and make her lick my bukkake jizz
So start throwing the words at me, you dot com MC
I know it’s just your envy, with hopes of having skills like me
Im white, can't you see, the epitome, of Larry B
Witty and pretty, with more pull than a grand jury
I'm best at taking the three, I suggest you stay or leave
You better believe that i'll torch you like a Sioux tepee
Best get back to the two point zone,
Where you belong Karl Malone
Ya words ain’t hurting me mr. old,
neither are ya sticks and stones
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