Dont funk up our beats contest demonstration Lyrics
[Verse 1: Jarren Benton]
F-V-2-0-1-3 bitch
Honey, I'm home it's dinner time bitch
Ya mom know me by the scent of my dick
Heard ya wanna murder me you betta get in line quick
Flip hoes, hit 'em with the Jedi Mind Trick
This my year nigga, that I shine bitch
Duck one high when you hit a nice split
Got my first blow job way back in '96
Back like a 2Pac hologram, kill a nigga then I put his body in the mausoleum
Break his fucking legs let him leave here without a limb
I'll be damned, put him in the dirt, better body them
Jesus Christ, ?? is nice
He beats his wife and eat this rice
I eat this scythe, I eat these mics, I need this life!
I'm the shit, whore, like feces right?
Ok, fuck satan nigga
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Kick him down and then I'm 'bout to duct tape niggas
Soft as a pillow, you a cupcake, nigga
Mr. Benton hold on I'm 'bout to update niggas
How the hell you a G when you buttrape niggas?
Hold up, shout out to my upstate niggas
Blood go the beat that’ll make the track bleed
Look back like go ahead suffocate NIGGA!
