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[INTRO]
Her mind is tiffany twist-twist-twisted
[VERSE 1: Missy Sera]
Guess what you stupid fuckers I’m back
Call me MissileToe, a problem child, cuz I came here to attack
I’m the one that’s most hated, diabolic on the track
Sitting pretty in Detroit
And I’m with the God of rap
You said I didn’t know him
So now who’s looking wack
I’m kicking back in my hotel and I’m laughing over that
Bet you sill bitches wishing now that you had my back
You shoulda been on this track
Now you’re getting no slack
FACT!
You’re the punch line everybody’s laughing at
Your styles not authentic
And the way you rap is wack
Consider this a warning shot from Lady’s wolf pack
Making you regret the day you stabbed me in my back
Got no love for these poodles
Get your bitch ass back
Gonna show these MCs you tried to fuck me on your track
Bitch why you scream the N word when we know you’re not black
Come out to LBC and leave in a body sack
Why you fronting like you got
Racks on rack on racks
Everybody knows your wax
Barely made a stack
Claiming Detroit you’ll never get the platinum plaque
Only plaque is on your teeth, so you better floss with that
Why you banging down my door
And acting like a brat
Better grab some Greek yogurt cuz your ass is getting fat
And your man boobs double D’s, better grab that bra strap
And you can tell Barbara Bush I think she’s pussy like a cat
[HOOK: The Eagles]
Welcome to the hotel California
Such a lovely place, such a lovely place
Such a lovely face
Their living it up at the hotel California
What a nice surprise
Bring your alibi’s
[VERSE 2: Missy Sera]
Here to bury competition and leave your asses flat
Making sure no one ever pays you for another track
Shooting up the shy and timid rappers like I’m in Iraq
Drag their limp bodies all the way through my cul-da-sac
You shoot a 22 I got an AK and a Mac
Super soakers versus Missiles
That always gets a laugh
Dragged you through Baltimore and dumped you off of Pratt
I’m the one that cray-cray rappers thought that they had baby-sat
Spraying all the slugs
Yeah we going tit for tat
And I’m the Bell of this ball
And all you talk is smack
And my lawyers in his office getting high off of the yack
While I’m sitting here laughing cuz he fell into that trap
And his ass is getting sprayed
Yeah that bitch is getting capped
Cuz he robbed me for my stash out by the train tracks
He called me white trash and he stole all of my cash
And now the funks got him cuz he got no ghetto pass
My star lights up the sky
Just like a lightening flash
I’m sitting here with God and that’s the test that I just passed
This ain’t blasphemy, cuz for me he blast
You know I’m the sun in which everybody basks
I’m the one who took the stones that everybody cast
I’m the one that found her way through the looking glass
I’m the one that people pray to when they go to mass
And now I’m in Detroit and I’m fucking home at last
[HOOK]
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