Only B!tches Talk Sh*t

You a fake a$$ joke to me where you stand
You keep coming off like you a jealous man
No time to play with a hoe.. let the sh#t be real
Yeah I’m assassinating you, your family like an oath given from a Navy Seal
I don’t exist
Want you gonna do trick
Not sh#t

You talk a good game like you bad… you shouldn’t come out swinging
Naw… you not smart enough for that type of thinking
The only result from that is, your blood choking you, rushing down your throat while you drinking
Yeah, I like to play games
Such a shame
The maniac twisted ones, once I’m all up in your head.. you can’t deal with the hurt or the pain

You can’t touch this… with your looks, your body, and your pedigree is whacked and lame
You still sucking on one of my Rottweilers d..k
Letting it nutt in your mouth, then placing some thorns on your head convincing the mirror you legit
Still watching shows on how to get away with a hit
Its best you remain in your dreams to live… or I will take your a$$ down bit-by-bit
Rip your panties off and burn the lips of that stank STD smelly
Smearing my sh#t in your skin while making you swallow my lit blunt

I will knock your out cold before you ever get the chance
To bring me down, take my money, my thunder, that brings my candy rain
Then to be nice I will piss in your mouth while on my menstrual flow 
Have your faggot acting brother on he’s knees wishing it was you, hoe

The preference of my intellectual, sexy, and deep pockets to boot
You still mad I made you sell that old a$$ in the past and made you give me all the loot
And you summoned me to prove what
You still a clit where I spit and my words sting when they cut
Got me wasting my valuable time, I got people to do, and then cement their shoes

All up on my page
You bad, then where the hell is your rage
Pumping your chest all out
Studying me.. I am the Alpha and Omega and gave Lucifer the domain of his clout
Yeah I’m in your shack.. on your time..  hands tied, gagging you
You go for that pepper spray I will kill you quickly and that’s the rule
Down on the floor, my stiletto to your neck, and I haven’t even got mad, yet

Kicking your a$$ over onto your back
Look up at me nasty.. this is a failed coup and to your body a straight up death attack
Stomping in your face just for making me step off my throne and not bowing in grace
Eyes to eyes... yeah.. you facing your enemy now
You never saw me coming… silence rules in the success when you take out a loud fool… you a dumb hoe.. wow
Someone should had given you the blueprint to my deranged mind
Hold up…  let me take a sip of my Château Margaux, then bashing your forehead over and over again with my bottle of expensive wine

I love making love and ***ing people up 
Torturing little sissy a$$ girls who claims to be tough just an excuse to watch their blood drip in my Grail Cup
Die motherfu#ker..  but make it real slow
Stooping on one knee opening your mouth removing each teeth.. letting my work be known just for show

You wanted me here I am
This ain’t no battle this is the day you die, the grave already been dug, just fuc#ing you with a slam bam and to your mother, I'm not sorry ma’am
Breaking your legs, spreading them, then pinning them behind your head
Handcuffing your wrists making sure you feel this hurt.. you heard what the fu#k I just said
You ain’t study for this, you motherfu#kas still don’t learn
My Glock I hunt you, my torture taking you out, and burning you where you lay then send you home Fed EX to your drugged out mama in an Urn
Mm… say hello to my little friend
Branding your hairy mound with my hot poker with my initials… I own your a$$ now before you meet your end

Ghost words don't fade, they snipe you out then only invade
What I suppose to be scared of a who I tell to, roll over, lay down, bark, fetch for me, or sit
You hiding because you don’t want to face yourself after I tap that trashy mouth out… then get off without a reasonable doubt  
Crowns not picked up from the dirt… I don’t need one, yet, I will still bring you the bodily hurt
You a child to me pretending to be
Trying to come up.. you lack power
You better ask Lucifer who he bows down to in the midnight hour
You still lock in your own mind dealing with daddy related issues
I will leave you more confused, and wallowing in pain for a Kleenex box that just do not contain enough tissues

You lost all respect when your daddy used your lips
For the thrills of his d..k.. and then pimped you out like his inbreed little bit#h
The only royalty you got is sitting on your porcelain throne
You just a jigaboo swinging from tree branches… your real home
I seen you, and you are just not it
I will roll you, light that a$$ like a joint and then put you down
How many profiles you have to use you still not worthy of a crown

You come at me it's best you have a hope and a prayer
I will eat you, spit you out and keep you bound, when dope fiend want her pu$$y pleased, and keep you stashed in my lair
I hope you read your bible before I kick your door in
Kicked your dead a$$ over in my snake den
Hum...then again
Ashes to ashes dust to dust
My words I do not trust
Gee.. I like when you keep those posers hungry down there
With all that a$$ stinking… that’s a slower feed than all the others you've tossed compared
Fuc#ing man looking b!tch
Hell Gee..  I knew I once you ripped her panties off.. it looked like she once had a d..k
If not.. someone botched that job in trying to make it look like her clit

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