SMITHEREENS

Stupid little bitch is boutta get it in the back bone Got a big blade boutta blow through your back bro Hold up wait a minute you a gimmick Think you rap dope Got a gold chain no plays on your tracks though Every day so sick of fakes they all in my way Outta face I'm boutta go rage I'm breakin to the beat I gotta get out my space All these little pussy rappers thinkin that they run the scene Boutta make em bleed Boutta blow em all to smithereens When they hear the speech that I'm kickin They could never beat Centerset is comin with a vengeance they could never meet I've been thinkin that I gotta go Gotta get my shit Needa get a damn grip I've been thinkin like I needa go and get a new whip Finally talk my shit I've been thinkin that I needa go quit Just quit Breakin to the beat I gotta ball my fist I don't got a limit when I'm all out pissed Lil bitch So the shit that I spit Boutta crack yo fuckin lid With the raps I rip Everytime I even move an inch I make em flinch They aware of what I'm bringin When I scribble with the pen I put the pressure on the pedal Steady maxin out the revs I've been on another level now I'm turning to a threat All these little bitches repping gimmicks Think they fly as f*ck When it comes to writtens that I'm kickin I just light em up They don't even have another sound for when their time is up I've been pushing magma underground and now I might erupt