Wha's Fuckin' Wit' This - Jakki The Motamouth, Copywrite

My flows taming the worst

No, this ain’t a mainstream song with a nigga throwing game in his verse

Nor an underground song strictly aimed at most geeks

With an average ass cat spitting over dope beats

Bro please

With your ho you better be finished

I fucked your bitch a week ago, you better head for the free clinic

I’m a sick individual with a diseased mind

You see that pet demon over there?

He’s mine

Fuck your dawg, my words are more vicious

At my weakest I could scare a battle rapper shitless

Beef I laugh

In a battle contest with rifles strictly to beat they ass

G’s stay mad

Aim at the chests of the freaks they had

Nice breasts got me claiming a set

Talk out your ass and I’ll give you the runs

Superglue the lips on your buns

Now you can’t say shit like a nun

What’s fucking with this?

We’re nothing to diss

Stuffing dick up in your bitch

O.H.

10 we up in your shit

Got something to spit?

Only after you sucking a dick

RJ on a banger

Let it bump in your whip

I’m slapping your game

I’m gonna laugh when you came

While I was tapping your dame

Nigga you packing them thangs?

Then you asking for pain

For a massive insane

Cat with the aim

Give a stab at your brain

I’m the acid that rain

Put your ass in a drain

With a passion for strangling wack brainiacs rapping the same

Technical cats make me act drastically vein

Fuck rappers, ain’t trying to like no one else

You’ll think I’m conceited when I call my body ten times and cipher myself

Pop the trunk time to mop this punk

Like doing drive bys on trash cans, you popping junk

Get your CD out my face, like I’ma cop this gunk

Put out 9,000 copies and your pockets shrunk

I need no cash, to get in your hoes ass

The only thing I’m spending is time at your lab

And you just a stench

Jakki explained in one word

Like crossing out the fuzz on your shirt, excellent

All my bully vets in here

Let me on your album

Now it’s mine and you’ll guest appear

Satan kicked me out, already died

So don’t tell me to go to Hell, cause I already tried

I gave Satan evil knowledge, best believe

I spread hate like a demonic S.T.D

If a kid get in my face, I just be me

If I stab him in the waist, then the chest he bleed

I don’t fight fair

Don’t square up with me

Like a nerd in Heaven holding a Glock

Square up with heat

Your raps are weak

But fly

Must I

Prove you ain’t a tough guy?

And you full of shit like a stuffed fly

I snuff guys, kick grunt rhymes

You can suck my dick if you don’t like the fact I use punchlines

Ain’t sweating enough?

You fire

I run a dick sucking business

Your bitch is my new hire

This whore is a trip

You can get this pretty bitch outta my face

Too many cold sores on her lip

Your songs weak, mixed down trash, your beats are chalk

I’ll see you at your next Record Never Release party

If I throw punches at your broad man

I’ll connect faster than Roy Jones with broadband arms

Or we can fight when I steal your ho

Alcohol assures me I won’t feel your blows

Who’s offended by Rocket Science?

I feel your pain

But like to let you know that I still feel the same

Fuck y’all

«Columbus crews put it down»