Said "fukk It" with a capital I
Look who's back to antagonize
You don't like it? You can eat shyt, fukk off little fakkit and die
You're right back like a maggot on my dikk grabbing at my,
shyt better get to the back of the line
You wanna get your shot at me what kinda crap is that battle
What kind of rapper would I be-'fore I let another rapper think he's hot
I'll bury my face in his stinky twat and go alalalala!
Girl my head space is limited, ain't even room in the back of my mind
That's why I ain't thinking about you, I don't got time and I told you a thousand times