Dear, Buck

I don't wanna hear word about this it's over Too short to look over shoulder So you never saw it coming It was funny when you had the bros running But no no We ain't done with you bozo You got the fashion sense of a hobo And you so short we see your feet in your ID photos Ho ho Santa clause is here, here's your gift Stop eating so much man you gon have tits You bad at these video games, Buck Can't play with a keyboard or mouse f*ck On the tenth level you stuck shucks You need skill cause your luck Is not gonna help you Wait let me tell you What the problem is You think Logic is The best rapper If that is the truth Then you're a great actor What about K Dot He doesn't exist Your fingers so short that you can't make a fist Remember Gee Mod Man you play shit Yeah you're shit Give it up Look listen Buck You short as a kid so run you amok But I was told not to tear you to shreds But when you sit on the pavement you swing your legs