Little Bitch Dickning Lyrics

Keep on talkin' shit and Imma choke a whack rapper

You tweakin' only speakin' up to smoke crack faster

We ain't scared of your flows you better stay on you toes

Cuz you know that we the shit why you messin' with pros

You should keep your ass in line while you stick to the grind

Cuz Imma a wicked ass clown and I'm sick in the mind

We put in the time, and you know that it shows

You better look above you cuz I'm callin' the crows

It's a murder, gonna murder

Don't let l b go no further

Call the reaper, call the raven

This juggahoe knows he's way past savin

Your flows style stupid just shut the fuck up dick

Stop throwin' a bitch fit you gonna get cut quick

When I'm finished you are finished cuz you gonna be dead

Decapitate your corpse you know I'm keepin' the head

Fuck you l b sickning

Why don't you suck a dick

We'll put you in the guillotine

Bitch we don't miss a trick

I'll Put your head up on my wall

It's mounted on a plaque

Nail it down so it won't fall

Cuz it's the wall of whack, smack

If I, no when I, see you, hatin

I'll be, posted, verti, breakin

You won't, see me, in the, night

Cuz ninja, I'll be, outta, sight

Expect the unexpected be expectin' a fight

Your type is infection misdirection for sight

Misguided pride for what you do with your craft

I use the term loosely, I don't mean to laugh

Wait, that isn't true, cuz ya know that I do

And a joker like you, is worth quite a few

Look a dead body draggin' ain't pullin' itself

And a whack rapper braggin's only foolin' himself

You're a tool, you should listen to everyone else

You ain't cool, you're just so fuckin' full of yourself

For me and the bird, the word is well written

A vampire would know it's hot in hells kitchen

Fuck you l b sickning

Just lick a bloody cunt

I'll smoke you like you're nicotine

Or roll you in a blunt

I see your head up on my wall

A dick drawn on your face

You still got a broken jaw

I guess you learned your place

You're just like a virus that was made for distraction

It's the horrible truth you choose to keep maskin

I'm askin' what up with the lies, all the alibis

The burning of bridges, the cuttin' of ties

With another compromised, its a conflict of interest

And you're in disguise, in a conjugal visit

It's one of your homies, they clappin' your cheeks

Well at least that'll get all the yappin' to cease

Your gonna be a feast we're givin' bobby a call

He uses bacon grease so we're eatin' it all

I'm not sleepin' at all, it's the thrill of the kill

We keep doin' what we do just fillin' the grill

I'm villain to bill cuz people are tasty

Why does my dinner make the cops wanna chase me

Bitch you disgrace me I'm killin' you now

Processin' the body then I'm makin' you chow

Fuck you l b sickning

We'll pull you out the trash

We'll put you in the guillotine

And split your ass in half

Bobby's just a call away

He'll put you in the pot

Serve your flesh up on a tray

Now you know what we got bitch