I don't walk
So I find other ways to travel this lonely road
It's lonely because
You can't fit an SUV down a dirt path
There are no HOV lanes, just single occupancy one-way
And I tend not to carry things
I listened to Badu when she told me to
Pack Light
So 23% of the time I bike
46% of the time I push my Nike's
And once my deck comes in the mail
I'll be Kick Pushin' like Lupe Fiasco
Alone
It gets a little hard to ride by myself
But I sing along to the music and revel in the fact that I can exit whenever I please
Wherever I please and even drive recklessly
Because that's the benefit of being me
Not entirely comfortable with playing Lynn to your Toni, Joan and Maya
But Girlfriend
Life is Good
Even during the lonely times
When it gets dark and the trees look like monsters
Every noise sounds like the Boogeyman and my headlights don't brighten winding road in front
I know that if need be
I can close my eyes, go as fast as I can and outrun whatever scares me
Most people can't do that
Especially not with passengers
So I travel this lonely road like its my destiny
Refusing to ask for directions and being proud of my decision to go right
When everyone else
Went left
2/25/08
Win for losing
I can't win for losing with you
I love you and you love me, too, but you can't
Be with me
You're not into Tom Cruise so you don't like Risky Business
But I coulda swore that last chick was Top Gunnin'
Continuously singing Tank's Please Don't Go
And you surprised that the second time around
The remix, if you will
It was genuine, now she singing Ginuwine's verse
But I've always been real
For you I wore my heart on my sleeve but you ain't care
You told me I could gone head brush my shoulders off
Wipe me down
Do what you do but watch my shoes
"Oh it's like that?"
"Yeah, it's like that. . ."
You are my personal 1000-piece jigsaw puzzle
I have the pieces and I take the time to put a section of you together
But chasing the dream of a picture perfect connection never fails to wear me out
I can't win for losing with you
I promised to never write a poem about a person but I couldn't say no
To your tone
Typed in lowercased letters with z's instead of s's and smiley faces to let me know you j/p
Just playing
And now I can't even look at the shit
Blessed with the dopest metaphor ever in the history of metaphors but cursed with the Scarlet letter of your initials
I wanna be over it
Over you and these Milton-Bradley games you play with my LIFE
I tried too many times to pick up your heart and claim it as my own and been unsuccessful
This Operation looked so simple but I keep getting buzzed and touching the sides
Besides
It's about time I take it as a loss
And for you to take me as a loss
Because all this winning and losing
Yea, I'm through
I love you and you love me, too, but you can't
Be with me
You're not into Tom Cruise so you don't like Risky Business
But I coulda swore that last chick was Top Gunnin'
Continuously singing Tank's Please Don't Go
And you surprised that the second time around
The remix, if you will
It was genuine, now she singing Ginuwine's verse
But I've always been real
For you I wore my heart on my sleeve but you ain't care
You told me I could gone head brush my shoulders off
Wipe me down
Do what you do but watch my shoes
"Oh it's like that?"
"Yeah, it's like that. . ."
You are my personal 1000-piece jigsaw puzzle
I have the pieces and I take the time to put a section of you together
But chasing the dream of a picture perfect connection never fails to wear me out
I can't win for losing with you
I promised to never write a poem about a person but I couldn't say no
To your tone
Typed in lowercased letters with z's instead of s's and smiley faces to let me know you j/p
Just playing
And now I can't even look at the shit
Blessed with the dopest metaphor ever in the history of metaphors but cursed with the Scarlet letter of your initials
I wanna be over it
Over you and these Milton-Bradley games you play with my LIFE
I tried too many times to pick up your heart and claim it as my own and been unsuccessful
This Operation looked so simple but I keep getting buzzed and touching the sides
Besides
It's about time I take it as a loss
And for you to take me as a loss
Because all this winning and losing
Yea, I'm through
2/17/08
DUB Sack
Welcome to the trap houze
I know just what you need
A nice fat DUB sack & I ain't talking bout weed
Little prepackaged pieces of me neatly wrapped & rolled in thin paper
My shit's potent
My lyrical imagery will have you thinking your 3rd eye is on acid
Seeing different colors and spots like you popped some shrooms
Yea ya girl's a beast
And this ain't even X-Men
Got a plethora of topics like Jeopardy
More lines than a pack of notebook paper
Poems have more references than a library
You couldn't get some of my similes & metaphors
If they fell out the sky in a wooden crate with a parachute attached
I could run GS
Me & my army of Ghetto Souldiers
Cause my flow can be nasty like heavy menstruation
So fuck showcasing
I'm livin' my LIFE like its GOLDEN
Cause let's face it
In a showcase showdown
I'd take home the boat, the dining room set, the TV, the car and the trip to Beijing
Have you youngstas looking up to me like my name was Yao Ming
The OGs givin' me respect & the hatas runnin' in fear
Cause that first hit can be scary
So I suggest you take small hits first
Start from the beginning
& by the time you get halfway through, you'll be so high
Your shit will taste like dirt weed
Cause I don't fuck with that Reggie
I been blowing that KUSH since the first President BUSH was in office
They call me P-Dub for a reason
I know just what you need
A nice fat DUB sack & I ain't talking bout weed
Little prepackaged pieces of me neatly wrapped & rolled in thin paper
My shit's potent
My lyrical imagery will have you thinking your 3rd eye is on acid
Seeing different colors and spots like you popped some shrooms
Yea ya girl's a beast
And this ain't even X-Men
Got a plethora of topics like Jeopardy
More lines than a pack of notebook paper
Poems have more references than a library
You couldn't get some of my similes & metaphors
If they fell out the sky in a wooden crate with a parachute attached
I could run GS
Me & my army of Ghetto Souldiers
Cause my flow can be nasty like heavy menstruation
So fuck showcasing
I'm livin' my LIFE like its GOLDEN
Cause let's face it
In a showcase showdown
I'd take home the boat, the dining room set, the TV, the car and the trip to Beijing
Have you youngstas looking up to me like my name was Yao Ming
The OGs givin' me respect & the hatas runnin' in fear
Cause that first hit can be scary
So I suggest you take small hits first
Start from the beginning
& by the time you get halfway through, you'll be so high
Your shit will taste like dirt weed
Cause I don't fuck with that Reggie
I been blowing that KUSH since the first President BUSH was in office
They call me P-Dub for a reason
Liquid Courage
She was tired of the fights
The arguments and embarrassing moments in front of company
Perfect gentlemen without it
Funny, charismatic and outgoing any other day
But they still felt they needed their
Liquid Courage
In 8, 12 and 24 oz cans
40 oz bottles and a variety of longnecks
Livin' in a perverted version of the Wizard of Oz
Where the three men closest to her all wanted courage
And Dorothy? She wished for a good home
With no man behind the curtain
They all turned to alcohol
Even the lightweight Scarecrow had Mike's Hard Lemonade
And it left the sweet, hometown girl jaded
Through with the fake facades and insecurities
Thinly veiled under beer breath and shot glasses
Fighting Bud and bud for a normal night out
Her courage was solid
Though her patience waned
She couldn't understand how people needed a drink to be real
Forced with a difficult decision, she cut 'em off
Like the jagged side of ripped out spiral paper
Because liquids don't ever last long
Evaporation . . . .Condensation
They eventually dissipates
As does their chemistry
The arguments and embarrassing moments in front of company
Perfect gentlemen without it
Funny, charismatic and outgoing any other day
But they still felt they needed their
Liquid Courage
In 8, 12 and 24 oz cans
40 oz bottles and a variety of longnecks
Livin' in a perverted version of the Wizard of Oz
Where the three men closest to her all wanted courage
And Dorothy? She wished for a good home
With no man behind the curtain
They all turned to alcohol
Even the lightweight Scarecrow had Mike's Hard Lemonade
And it left the sweet, hometown girl jaded
Through with the fake facades and insecurities
Thinly veiled under beer breath and shot glasses
Fighting Bud and bud for a normal night out
Her courage was solid
Though her patience waned
She couldn't understand how people needed a drink to be real
Forced with a difficult decision, she cut 'em off
Like the jagged side of ripped out spiral paper
Because liquids don't ever last long
Evaporation . . . .Condensation
They eventually dissipates
As does their chemistry
2/13/08
Underestimation (Dub's Falsetto)
*parts of this will be sung, as indicated in the correct places*
He whispered in my ear, "Lil' mama, think you can handle all this dick?"
I thought, "You ain't know by the way I move my hips?"
Guess not
So I just leaned over and whispered, "Huh, nigga shit....
You know that song Falsetto? Well 'P-Dub' didn't rhyme
But I let him use that high note cause I hear it all the time."
I could see it in his eyes, I was dealing with a skeptic
He wasn't gone be convinced til this little mama wrecked it
Sometimes I wish my car could talk
V's a down ass bitch
She'd tell this nigga that I'm not one to be messed wit
But she can't & he ain't know
I ain't wanna fuck his world up so I decided to start off slow
I gave him some SUPER HEAD
He thought I was SUPERHEAD
His face was SUPER RED
and we ain't made it TO THE BED
*singing*
But I wasn't gone show you up
I let him put his thing down
He's deep off in my pussy
This nigga's really tryna clown
*spoken*
And I ain't gon' front, Daddy knew the business
I'm the type of girl, YOU KNOW every time I finish
And the race just started, he had the early lead
But I knew once I did my thang, I'd catch up quick INDEED
He started out with some deep moans
And since I don't send niggas home
Unsatisfied
I grabbed the reins, did my thang and pretty soon
*singing*
He said I feel like his very first time
I said I know cause I heard you the first time
Ridin'. . . ridin'. . . ridin'. . . baby
His face was hidin'. . . slidin'. . . I was making him crazy
Baby. . . Princess. . . Do it. . . do it
Ooo. . .oooh. . . oo. . . OO!
It was all over I let him come back down (Woosa!)
Poor baby wasn't ready for this crown (Boo ya!)
I said that skinny bitches can FUCK YOU UP!
*spoken*
And I just gave you a sample
I got plenty of flavors like Snapple
But this 7-11 is now closed
I'mma need you to get your clothes
And wait til you ears pop
Cause wit them high notes
The ringing in your ears never stops
He whispered in my ear, "Lil' mama, think you can handle all this dick?"
I thought, "You ain't know by the way I move my hips?"
Guess not
So I just leaned over and whispered, "Huh, nigga shit....
You know that song Falsetto? Well 'P-Dub' didn't rhyme
But I let him use that high note cause I hear it all the time."
I could see it in his eyes, I was dealing with a skeptic
He wasn't gone be convinced til this little mama wrecked it
Sometimes I wish my car could talk
V's a down ass bitch
She'd tell this nigga that I'm not one to be messed wit
But she can't & he ain't know
I ain't wanna fuck his world up so I decided to start off slow
I gave him some SUPER HEAD
He thought I was SUPERHEAD
His face was SUPER RED
and we ain't made it TO THE BED
*singing*
But I wasn't gone show you up
I let him put his thing down
He's deep off in my pussy
This nigga's really tryna clown
*spoken*
And I ain't gon' front, Daddy knew the business
I'm the type of girl, YOU KNOW every time I finish
And the race just started, he had the early lead
But I knew once I did my thang, I'd catch up quick INDEED
He started out with some deep moans
And since I don't send niggas home
Unsatisfied
I grabbed the reins, did my thang and pretty soon
*singing*
He said I feel like his very first time
I said I know cause I heard you the first time
Ridin'. . . ridin'. . . ridin'. . . baby
His face was hidin'. . . slidin'. . . I was making him crazy
Baby. . . Princess. . . Do it. . . do it
Ooo. . .oooh. . . oo. . . OO!
It was all over I let him come back down (Woosa!)
Poor baby wasn't ready for this crown (Boo ya!)
I said that skinny bitches can FUCK YOU UP!
*spoken*
And I just gave you a sample
I got plenty of flavors like Snapple
But this 7-11 is now closed
I'mma need you to get your clothes
And wait til you ears pop
Cause wit them high notes
The ringing in your ears never stops
UNcredible
A beautiful woman sat alone in a cafe
The light from her soul dimmed
An opened notebook and pen lay before her
Tears slowly fell down her cheeks
I approached and asked "Babygirl, why do you cry?"
She said, "My pen has ran out of ink."
I tried to lend her mine and she smiled
"No, you miss UNderstand. My Bic is new but my pen is dry.
I no longer have the desire to write, and I don't know why."
She went on to explain that she felt her words didn't touch anymore
When she read, she no longer heard feet tapping on the floor
Snaps in the air or shouts of "Encore!"
The love she used to feel from her poetic family that used to come in droves
had slowed to a drip and she couldn't take it no more
Saddened I pulled up a chair and shed a tear
And maddened I grabbed her pen and took it apart
And I explained
"You should never write for acclaim
Fame should never be your aim
Poetry heals all, not superficial applause
Like Smokey said on Friday God put this here for YOU
And though the world may not show its appreciation
Always know that your words have touched one if no one else
YOURSELF
As for this pen, out should flow creativity, passion, pain
And so I shall fill it with things that will inspire you again."
After a short while, I returned to my seat with a refilled utensil
"Inside I've placed sunshine, sweet music, darkness and the tears from a child
A few butterfly kisses, the essence of sex and a little bit of everything else"
Delighted, enlightened and her 3rd eye's vision heightened
She gently tapped the pen to mix its contents
I saw her light grow brighter
I knew this one was a fighter
And I left her to her renewed fire
But before my hand sounded the bells on the door
I turned and said, "Always remember, you are UNcredible."
The light from her soul dimmed
An opened notebook and pen lay before her
Tears slowly fell down her cheeks
I approached and asked "Babygirl, why do you cry?"
She said, "My pen has ran out of ink."
I tried to lend her mine and she smiled
"No, you miss UNderstand. My Bic is new but my pen is dry.
I no longer have the desire to write, and I don't know why."
She went on to explain that she felt her words didn't touch anymore
When she read, she no longer heard feet tapping on the floor
Snaps in the air or shouts of "Encore!"
The love she used to feel from her poetic family that used to come in droves
had slowed to a drip and she couldn't take it no more
Saddened I pulled up a chair and shed a tear
And maddened I grabbed her pen and took it apart
And I explained
"You should never write for acclaim
Fame should never be your aim
Poetry heals all, not superficial applause
Like Smokey said on Friday God put this here for YOU
And though the world may not show its appreciation
Always know that your words have touched one if no one else
YOURSELF
As for this pen, out should flow creativity, passion, pain
And so I shall fill it with things that will inspire you again."
After a short while, I returned to my seat with a refilled utensil
"Inside I've placed sunshine, sweet music, darkness and the tears from a child
A few butterfly kisses, the essence of sex and a little bit of everything else"
Delighted, enlightened and her 3rd eye's vision heightened
She gently tapped the pen to mix its contents
I saw her light grow brighter
I knew this one was a fighter
And I left her to her renewed fire
But before my hand sounded the bells on the door
I turned and said, "Always remember, you are UNcredible."
He called me nigga today
A white boy called me nigger today
Said with such hatred in his eyes
And 400 years of oppression in his voice
He called me nigger
With a devilish grin because he could see
That another racist dagger had left a wound on my soul
I could hear my mother say “Just smile & nod” and so I did
Forced the expression on my face & walked away stunned because
A white boy called me niggar today
Said with such longing in his eyes
And 15 years of envy in his voice
He called me niggar
With a sheepish grin because he could see
That another wannabe had left an impression on my mind
I could hear my friend say “Just smile & nod” and so I did
Forced the expression on my face & walked away shocked because
A black boy called me nigga today
Said with such love in his eyes
And 20 years of ignorance in his voice
He called me nigga
With a mean mug because he could see
That another blind youth had left a bruise on my heart
I said to myself “Just smile & nod” and so I did
Forced the expression on my face & he walked away bewildered because
I didn’t say it back
Said with such hatred in his eyes
And 400 years of oppression in his voice
He called me nigger
With a devilish grin because he could see
That another racist dagger had left a wound on my soul
I could hear my mother say “Just smile & nod” and so I did
Forced the expression on my face & walked away stunned because
A white boy called me niggar today
Said with such longing in his eyes
And 15 years of envy in his voice
He called me niggar
With a sheepish grin because he could see
That another wannabe had left an impression on my mind
I could hear my friend say “Just smile & nod” and so I did
Forced the expression on my face & walked away shocked because
A black boy called me nigga today
Said with such love in his eyes
And 20 years of ignorance in his voice
He called me nigga
With a mean mug because he could see
That another blind youth had left a bruise on my heart
I said to myself “Just smile & nod” and so I did
Forced the expression on my face & he walked away bewildered because
I didn’t say it back
Southern Swagga. . Groupies Pt. 2
This is a collabo I did with a woman named prettysugar10 that I met on GSPoetry.com. It has become my new addiction.
(got a lil' sumthin' special fa them groupies, no one in particular. . . .check this Southern swag. . . . tag team on them bitches. . .
Now I don't usually do this, I hate havin' to roast
Cause I tend to fry bitches quicker than French toast
But I hate you A-B-A-B punk ass lames
& if I had enough space, I'd say all ya fuckin' names
Cause I don't give a fuck, who the hell R U?
You 17? Bitch I'm finna be 22!!
Get back young'un, soundin' like white girls
"hey there p-dub girl, hey how you doin
can you come through my page and read one of my poems
its called i loved you most please comment and rate
and i promise one day I'll come do the same"
Oh really? Well appreciate that, just what I need
Another children's book my little nephew can read
& fully understand so I'll be sure
To print all your shit so he can take it to school
Oh I'm sorry sweetheart, I'm bein' so rude
My name's P-Dub & my poetry. . .HA. . . is prolly much better than U
This Dallas-bred chick has plenty skill
Plenty dough, plenty hoes & is plenty fuckin' ill
Called Bun-B up & he said I'm pretty fuckin' trill
So I only got 1 question. . . PS. . .
WHAT'S THE DAMN DEAL?
P-Dub its a muthafunkin trip how groupies be starting shit
wit a fly southern ass Bitch!
gettin offended by the Texas Swagga i represent
Aye its in my Nature to keep it trill
I texted Message the Birdman to get advise on
how to handle hatin ass, crispy, burned, bread, bitches...
he laughed and spoke real shit
talkin bout " Pretty, Its the life of a OG, feed dem hoez knowledge then
breakem off wit yo southern Hospitality.....
What does it take to get respect??
because " treat others with the same" is a overated peace phrase/bullshit!
so I do wat I do
not givin a fuc...
about DEZ barcode bitcheZ,
wit lines" Diseased and fuck'd up"...
imma keep scanning you hoez with or without
permission...
P-Dub get crunk cause P10 is on a mission!
(((((((((( oh yeah Pay respect to our BIg Bro PIMP C )))))))))) gettin em P!!!
Like a wife catchin' her husband in bed wit a younger mistress
Well don't get it twisted, don't let this small build fool ya
I'll cut you up & cut you out like a brain tumor
My diss comes like my kicks bitch. . . quick like Chun Li
I'll PERFECT ya ass before you can press A-B
UP DOWN X Y Left & the R BUTTON
I know U wanna talk but hoe U ain't got nothin'
Me & my girl don't fuck wit dem young broke bitches
We only fuck wit dem on dey dough bitches
Like me broad
I'mma fuckin' professional role model
I'm the type of example you need to be tryin' to follow
A lady pimp in the bed & in the fuckin' streets
Have you givin' me head & rubbin' my feet
This Southern swag all up in ya area
Now PS gon' put that Southern-style fear in ya
but bac to dat biz dez
straight off the hook
you mofo's are my worms
unready to get hooked!
so now P-Dub im fishin wit dez cartoonin ass bitchez
Seasoning my Rhymes wit Potent uncut Creditable live wire electric,
internet pitches.....
I love the south!!
if I wasnt a professional I probably have gold teeth N my mouth
so when you go out ur "useless" way to put my city down..
remember 1 thang
da south iz our history's stompin ground.....
Remember old Harriot T.
she helped your Ancestors
flee to where they wanted to be...
(free)
Im let you forgetful niggas slide this time
but absent mindly forget your Originality again
Im give ya a hard Mouthafuckin time wit my GS PEN!!!!
Tag P!! gettem were it hurts!
Posted a few lines so U can know who I am
Dem internet groupies follow me everywhere I go
Is it cause through dey screen dey can smell my dough?
Or does my magnetic flow make it so dey can't leave?
I ain't a magician but I got tricks up my sleeve
& my name ain't Swisher Sweet but I am pretty blunt
& I'll point out ALL bitch niggas & stupid cunts
I might look at your piece, but I def won't comment
If your wordplay or rhyme scheme made me wanna vomit
First impressions wit me are everything & if U blew it
Don't bother typin' to me & pushin' Submit
& whoever sent me the message simply read "you ugly"
Nigga you 15 so you can't do nothin' fa me
& while you prolly cryin' cause ya dick can't get hard
I'll be over here on my fuckin' job
& whoever got beef with my girl PS
Directly or indirectly causin' her stress
Well you just come see me & I bet I can fix
Cause I guess ya forgot
EVERYTHING'S BETTER IN TEXAS!!
(got a lil' sumthin' special fa them groupies, no one in particular. . . .check this Southern swag. . . . tag team on them bitches. . .
Now I don't usually do this, I hate havin' to roast
Cause I tend to fry bitches quicker than French toast
But I hate you A-B-A-B punk ass lames
& if I had enough space, I'd say all ya fuckin' names
Cause I don't give a fuck, who the hell R U?
You 17? Bitch I'm finna be 22!!
Get back young'un, soundin' like white girls
"hey there p-dub girl, hey how you doin
can you come through my page and read one of my poems
its called i loved you most please comment and rate
and i promise one day I'll come do the same"
Oh really? Well appreciate that, just what I need
Another children's book my little nephew can read
& fully understand so I'll be sure
To print all your shit so he can take it to school
Oh I'm sorry sweetheart, I'm bein' so rude
My name's P-Dub & my poetry. . .HA. . . is prolly much better than U
This Dallas-bred chick has plenty skill
Plenty dough, plenty hoes & is plenty fuckin' ill
Called Bun-B up & he said I'm pretty fuckin' trill
So I only got 1 question. . . PS. . .
WHAT'S THE DAMN DEAL?
prettysugar10:
(Tag!!!! Im it!! fuckit I gots to diss)P-Dub its a muthafunkin trip how groupies be starting shit
wit a fly southern ass Bitch!
gettin offended by the Texas Swagga i represent
Aye its in my Nature to keep it trill
I texted Message the Birdman to get advise on
how to handle hatin ass, crispy, burned, bread, bitches...
he laughed and spoke real shit
talkin bout " Pretty, Its the life of a OG, feed dem hoez knowledge then
breakem off wit yo southern Hospitality.....
What does it take to get respect??
because " treat others with the same" is a overated peace phrase/bullshit!
so I do wat I do
not givin a fuc...
about DEZ barcode bitcheZ,
wit lines" Diseased and fuck'd up"...
imma keep scanning you hoez with or without
permission...
P-Dub get crunk cause P10 is on a mission!
(((((((((( oh yeah Pay respect to our BIg Bro PIMP C )))))))))) gettin em P!!!
P-Dub:
Ya'll ain't know that P-dub can get a little viciousLike a wife catchin' her husband in bed wit a younger mistress
Well don't get it twisted, don't let this small build fool ya
I'll cut you up & cut you out like a brain tumor
My diss comes like my kicks bitch. . . quick like Chun Li
I'll PERFECT ya ass before you can press A-B
UP DOWN X Y Left & the R BUTTON
I know U wanna talk but hoe U ain't got nothin'
Me & my girl don't fuck wit dem young broke bitches
We only fuck wit dem on dey dough bitches
Like me broad
I'mma fuckin' professional role model
I'm the type of example you need to be tryin' to follow
A lady pimp in the bed & in the fuckin' streets
Have you givin' me head & rubbin' my feet
This Southern swag all up in ya area
Now PS gon' put that Southern-style fear in ya
prettysugar10:
^^^ DIZAM P! got dem Niggahs rubbin da feet... mmmmmm lil mamma you just like me!!!!^^^but bac to dat biz dez
straight off the hook
you mofo's are my worms
unready to get hooked!
so now P-Dub im fishin wit dez cartoonin ass bitchez
Seasoning my Rhymes wit Potent uncut Creditable live wire electric,
internet pitches.....
I love the south!!
if I wasnt a professional I probably have gold teeth N my mouth
so when you go out ur "useless" way to put my city down..
remember 1 thang
da south iz our history's stompin ground.....
Remember old Harriot T.
she helped your Ancestors
flee to where they wanted to be...
(free)
Im let you forgetful niggas slide this time
but absent mindly forget your Originality again
Im give ya a hard Mouthafuckin time wit my GS PEN!!!!
Tag P!! gettem were it hurts!
P-Dub:
I came in quietly 2 da GS famPosted a few lines so U can know who I am
Dem internet groupies follow me everywhere I go
Is it cause through dey screen dey can smell my dough?
Or does my magnetic flow make it so dey can't leave?
I ain't a magician but I got tricks up my sleeve
& my name ain't Swisher Sweet but I am pretty blunt
& I'll point out ALL bitch niggas & stupid cunts
I might look at your piece, but I def won't comment
If your wordplay or rhyme scheme made me wanna vomit
First impressions wit me are everything & if U blew it
Don't bother typin' to me & pushin' Submit
& whoever sent me the message simply read "you ugly"
Nigga you 15 so you can't do nothin' fa me
& while you prolly cryin' cause ya dick can't get hard
I'll be over here on my fuckin' job
& whoever got beef with my girl PS
Directly or indirectly causin' her stress
Well you just come see me & I bet I can fix
Cause I guess ya forgot
EVERYTHING'S BETTER IN TEXAS!!
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