![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Ayo, dawg, I got some shit on my motherfuckin' chest That I need to get off 'cause if I don't I'ma fuckin' explode or somethin' Now, look, this is the story about Some little fuckin' girls that I know It goes like this It's so easy for me to make enemies any more, it's sickening People are lookin' for an excuse to jump on my shitlist Stickin' their noses in shit that isn't none of their business I never asked, cared, gave a fuck, or wanted opinions Now I'm in the position that I don't wanna be in shit I never had no beef with you corny son-of-a-bitches But now the shit is broke and you can't do nothin' to fix it So I'm tellin' you right now, motherfuck a Limp Bizkit Now I'ma be real, B-Real was real He ain't say shit the whole time me and Whitey was beefin, see, he chilled He was cool with the whole situation and kept it neutral I'd have never involved my crew if it wasn't for pupils Peoples, whatever your backpackin' cipherin' name is Had I not opened a magazine and seen what you were sayin' and I'da never involved you, but you had to add your two pennies Now I gotta go grab my shitlist and add some new enemies Hit the studio and I'll admit, I had a few in me Fuck it, I roasted you, I ain't mad at you any But let it be known that song was never released, it leaked I'da never gave you that much attention intentionally Then I look on the TV, now look who's mentioning me That little fuckin' weasel, DJ Lethal, on MTV After I gave you props in that song, you on national TV Talkin' 'bout Everlast is gonna whip my ass when he sees me? Come on, dawg, you was s'posed to be on that song Talkin' 'bout how bad you hate him, now you all on his thong? What's wrong? You scared? And Fred, you said you was dissin' him too I shoulda knew better than to listen to you You fuckin' sissy, up on stage, screamin' how people hate you They don't hate you, they just think you're corny since Christina played you And I dare you motherfuckers to try to diss me back That's a sissy act, and don't call me kissin' my ass 'Cause I swear to God this ain't just a song, I'm tryna to pre-warn you Lethal, when I fuckin' see you, dog, I'm swingin' on you! Motherfuckers must think 'cause I'm in trouble with the law That I won't jaw 'em, up my sentence and double it tomorrow Y'all some. ![]()
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