Bitch Please

I really don't give a fuck what you've got to say cause

I already know I'm the best; get out the fuckin way

Cause I'm practicin rappin writin rhymes mo fuckin nightly

So it's more than slightly likely that your ass is gonna flee

Who the fuck you think you are boy? You can't fuck with me

Cause I'm a hundred degrees

I spit that mother fuckin heat

So take a fuckin seat and learn a thing or two from me

It must be that I was born to fuckin do this

Cause I don't even rap but I'm still leavin your ass clueless

You wanted to battle, but were you ready for this shit?

Don't think you were... don't quit just yet...

You're useless, I'm ruthless

Bouta leave your ass bruised and toothless

Now you're all fucked up; blood rushing gushing out your ear drum

And I'm not quite done, but are you having any fun yet?

Cause I'm havin a blast smokin my first nigga on RapPad

Don't get mad or sad, just be mother fuckin glad

That I went easy on your ass; I have yet to fuckin snap

In fact, this whole time I've been takin a fuckin nap

I do this shit in my mother fucking sleep

You'll get as good as me one day; in your mother fucking dreams

Now I'll give you a chance to try to redeem yourself

Cause now I feel bad; here's your teeth back, they might help