Buncha Bitches

Ticky-ticky-tock goes the clicky-clicky-clock

Get picky-picky-popped, got that blicky-blicky-glock

Shicky-shicky-shot, suck my dicky-dicky-cock

Licky-licky, stop, flow like Ricky Ticky Toc

X my diggy-diggy-Doc Dre, you act like Pac, James

Or Biggie-Biggie Smalls, well, you can get socked, eh?

Get rocked, mane, like I'm Nas, Kane, Jay

You get called lame once and go at me

But you been dead like Aunt May, your whole brand's fade'

XVE wishes they were N-A-and-A

Fuckin' so few bitches, even how you stand's gay

Flow biter? Bitch, pull down my jeans, lick my D and A

I'm so fire you can call me Guy Montag

Why so mad? Grab a Lysol rag for when I attack

Like Rikki-Tikki-Tavi, talkin' that shit and crap

You lied, scumbag, you ain't no Michael Vick and that's why

 

You a buncha bitches, bitches

Lyin' about riches, riches

Just because you say it profound, profound

Don't mean you makin' a sound, a sound

And then I'ma chase you way down, way down

All the fuckin' way to A-Town, A-Town

You just mumble rappers, flushin' you crackers out

Talkin' all that shit, well, welcome to the crapper, bye now

 

Only thing extraordinary about you is your ego

Amigo, this is too big of a gamble; casino

Wanna be someone's cariño, givin' judgement like Carlito

Runnin' like cardio, adios, leavin' like a car repo

You don't really know shit, ain't been here in a year

Came back after two after coming back after three

The sheer audacity, attackin' peers barbarically

This right here's insanity, this little queer attackin' me

Then he wonders why nobody else sees his vision

When he's blind and trying to read prewrittens

Tries to attack me with precison but by a mile he misses

Actin' vicious but he just a chihuahua, everybody motherfuckin' hates his shit

And as for Kalligraphy, you already know what I have to say about Kalligraphy

So let's skip over him and go after people actually rapping

Like BLK, it'll be okay, really maybe he's Molly O'Shea

'Cause him and his crew, cool they ain't, they's just a

 

You a buncha bitches, bitches

Lyin' about riches, riches

Just because you say it profound, profound

Don't mean you makin' a sound, a sound

And then I'ma chase you way down, way down

All the fuckin' way to A-Town, A-Town

You just mumble rappers, flushin' you crackers out

Talkin' all that shit, well, welcome to the crapper, bye now

 

You got the right to punk out now and back down

This the supervillain show? Guess I'm the hero now

You gon' need revival 'cuz I really will fill you full

Of bullets, find out how you bleed, call you on your bull

So dial 1-800-KISS-ASS, you wizzack

I'm bizzack so fizzast and I ain't slowin' down for shizzat

What's wrong with you? Still lick the Shady balls

This is the season to embrace me, Shady v. All

So get down, you'll die alone, dang, bro

Can you find a new rhyme for bang boat that ain't bang boat?

Day1 ain't even one of us, he a bitch, too

Talkin' bout me and Jeezy, how 'bout I molest you?

Ain't even spell her name right, plus this the one shit you ain't rap

Open a can of whoop-ass on you, Kas, can I get a hell yeah?

It don't take a Steiner to put two and two together

And equal three letters that don't measure up, and

 

You a buncha bitches, bitches

Lyin' about riches, riches

Just because you say it profound, profound

Don't mean you makin' a sound, a sound

And then I'ma chase you way down, way down

All the fuckin' way to A-Town, A-Town

You just mumble rappers, flushin' you crackers out

Talkin' all that shit, well, welcome to the crapper, bye now