Well i’ve cracked and it’s the ghost from the shell
Cursing my enemies hoping they can go to hell
You married to the game bitch, i pierced the veil
Everyone knows my name, finally in the rap game
But now that i rap, they can finally see my face!
Cuz before i was hidden, thank the graff game!
Eventually you'll know my fame
You think you hot shit?
You ain’t nothin but a little bitch
You tryna get in my lane, you better make shift
Shape switch, not mean to females, but you're a bitch and you need a facelift
Cuz i’m headed to the top and nobody gonna change this
You from the hood? bitch you from canada
Calm down don’t pull a fake drake, you make it in la, so i ain’t mad at ya
Brooklyn to compton? bitch you took that fab
If i were him, i’d ask for it back
Bitch you horrible, an abomination to my country, please go back
Young hoes like you the reason why the rap game lags
And i’m still payin dues so i don’t cut you any slack?
I’m psychotic? i like to the tell the truth in my music so i just think i’m honest
Don’t be so proud to be a last queen
Cuz we all know you’re really just a ho for the team?
Now what the fuck does schwag mean?
You must be fucked up bitch, lay off the lean
I wish i met you face to face
So i can body you, leave your body in the lake
Make ya partna nervous, all he does is shake
I’ll another round, how many L’s will you take?
I ain’t about subliminal dissin
In fact i bet ya crew will become my bitches
They can’t take the heat in the kitchen
So i made em do my dishes
This is that L dot A dot west coast style
They say they haven’t heard em like me in a while
Take back drake, justin beiber, nickleback, fuck canada bitch, you’re all fake
[Verse Two]
It’s the elephant in the room
Been fuckin crazy since the womb
Here to denounce sexism
Because not every girl has to be a sex symbol
You wanna battle, come on bitch, handle
But i’ve been used to competition, remember i’m a vandal!
Lyrically embody my enemies
Those so-called old friends, but you never a friend of me
So bye bye our friendship, this is the end you see
Whining on social networks, but i don’t give a fuck
Shoulda remembered that when you forgot to keep ya mouth shut
Now we on our way to the horspical in the corsica
Trying to make me feel remorse, actin like simp son, like jessica
You think you badass cuz you rap fast
But i run this shit like a nomad with the rap cats takin notes in they notepads
You’ll need a pad too once i’m done with you
Bleeding from the mouth, and she lost a tooth
Didn’t i tell you i was crazy?
Got anger issues that my dad happen to gave me
Acting shady since i was a little baby!
Talkin shit and punch a bitch, but i know that’s not like a lady
So here’s my middle finger in your face again
Rappin so quick like Mediterranean sand
-one like the la girl with the spray cans
[KayAre]
Get down to the nitty gritty
While my rhymes and schemes so witty
Thinkin you could get places, because you think ya pretty
Unlike you, i don’t need to coke
To destroy a bassline
You can deny all you want, but you still got bugged eyes
I don’t respect no bitch tryna get fame with a sex tape
Especially when she moanin soundin like an ape
Think you hot shit, cuz you met a couple of goons
That ain’t shit cuz you still sound like buffoon
Think you hot shit, cuz of a couple of dj’s you’ve hit
Hittin someone who’s defenseless, i call that a bitch
Better change that attitude, make a 360 switch
Bomb the atom goin faster than a baby bein born
Now i’m so pissed that i gotta take a piss and its comin out faster than a pistol
And it’s cruising down like santa ana does bristol
[Verse Three: Anonymousone]
I wiped my ass with your mixtape cuz it was so shitty
So i’m a girl and said that, not very pretty
But grimey and gritty
And there’s not many females like me, it hit me
There’s some people i don’t really trust
If i offend you, i don’t give a WHAT!
Like a hardcore kid who’s never listened to punk rock
Or someone who don’t know this instrumental but claim to love hip-hop
Took the punk rock line from roger miret
If you don’t know who that is, be embarrassed
All you wack kids, actin agnostic, you’re a front
Take off the wu-tang shirt if you don’t know more than c.r.e.a.m
I’m sure the music fiends all know what i mean
I’m at old town pasadena, where the grass is greener
Eating cheesecake on fair oaks and colorado
Bumpin my shit down the street in a chevy silvarado
Destroyed the first thru third verse
Evil on the track, i call it curse words
Play it on the radio, that’d be my consequence, disperse!
Searchin in my purse for a streak to hit the streets
If you got a problem, let’s solve it, see me
Now how many mc’s must get dissed?
Look at the lyrics, “bringing back hip-hop" but they sound like shit
Stop saying underground, you’re independent, go ‘head get pissed, end of the song, peace out dismissed
