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Bring It

Who the fuck want beef?
UPS drama straight to yo front do
you take yourself way too seriously
you fuckin' delirious
don't try to bring me down with your
pre-school shit, a, b, c, d, e, f, fuck you
I renounce that shit
been thru too many trips
brick after brick fallin' on me
too much for you to understand, trick
frump on a log, even if a frog kissed you
you'd still be ugly inside and out, doo doo
brown like the stain on yo panties
wear a bra granny
keep yo trap zipped if ya can't be a lady
you too damn shady
wake your damn ass up
it's a big world out here
I don't have time to kiss your ass down there
money leads your nose, I see
I didn't know you were a goldigga breed
layin' your old ass man twice your age
how's the shriveled pipe, I do havta ask?
Don't talk shit when you have nuttin' on this bitch
you lucky u caught me on a good day
you don't wanna step to me anyway
my fist in your pie hole
o, and another thang
you're boring as fuck
eighteen wheeler lookin' truck
true pals are hard to come by
thought you were one
if I was a criminal
you couldn't even be an alibi to a crime I commit
never mind, I see you for who you really are now
Don't tell me you got my back
when you'll gladly stab me in the neck
jealousy is a sickness baby
you outta know
it's written all over your face like an old book
now I take you for a crook
you keep showin' your true colors
I havta say, it ain't yo color
you were just my good time snitch
tippin' poison bottles and bullshit
now we have nothin' in common
cuz I don't cling gossip and drama
keep yo shit off my FB
you ain't got what it takes to compete with me bitch
stick to your flying broom witch
ya cacklin' rez hag
actin' like you a hot snag
I'd spew a lot more but I gotta keep it clean
this is just the tip of the iceberg, drama queen
I'll give you a break
I don't put me at stake
for silly little things like you
we not back in high school
like you thought we were
things have changed and life's not fair
you can keep on tryin' to ignite shit with me
you wastin' your time
I'll tell you now so pull up your pants
you're better off doing what's worth your while
keep hatin' from a distance
can't stand it? I thought so, glutton
Stop scratchin' your head and hit the delete button.

By: Jocelyn Yazzie
Written by iamjocelyn
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