Bro you think that you’re some Tupac
But if I dare /Talk back
You stammer and get a lisp
I just stare down
At you and put some red on my lips
Make you take it all back
Just wish you’d have known before
Cause I ain’t your… (whore!)
Bro I’ll finish you like Tupac
Please baby don’t come back
I’ve put some red on my lips
So don’t show me your don’t show me your
(Im sick!) 2
Who’s gonna blame me
Yeah who who’s gonna blame me
I’m no goddam piece of meat
But dude that’s how you see me
you act like a prick
yet you pose as a priest
Yeah I’m feelin’ oppressed
but I’m a straight masterpiece
You say you gon’ change,
fix your mistakes and then rephrase
But I’m sick of all you fakes,
you still think ‘it’s just a phase’
I’m holding a stick to your head
What do you say?
Are you sorry you came for my name