Burr Lil Bitches (Part 2) Lyrics

[Verse 1]

Talkin' bout beatin meat
But you don't got no meat to beat
I don't needa beat, cause I get p*ssy
Something you'll never see
I'll shoot you with my pistol
My hollow tips won't whistle
I'll hit you with a missile like a SCUD
Your rhymes f*ckin suck
Your f*ckin trash
Get your face out of your dads ass
Since we're talking about moms
Tell your mom thanks for last night
(Oh) *And she forgot her thong*
Oh
So bitch you wanna fight
So far you seem like a f*ckin dyke
I don't even know why I even waste my time
You just can't f*cking rhyme so quit tryin

[Verse 2]

Want me to spit it I will hit it
Cause you can't diss worth shit
Want me to flip it I can rip it any style you want
I'm in the corner like Ripken boy
With a 40 Cal Ripken boy, rip ya boy
Flow makin you wanna go
Cause your flow is slow So next time you speak flow
You should know
How much your momma's a ho
And I know how you and J-Bo are fags
Why else would he be f*ckin you up the ass
And everytime he whispers in your ear you shiver
So now everyone will know that your a queer
I don't care what you think about me
I don't care if you doubt me
Your not me, So quit f*ckin your daddy

[Verse 3]

So you think your shoes cost more than my house did
Nah. My house cost more than your life did
Your parents probably divorced
Cause your moms a whore
I remember last night I had butt naked on the floor
Then I ate her p*ssy like shrimp and pork
Then she rode on my dick like she was on a horse
For some odd reason I wanted more
But she did it so long that my dick got sore
So I said f*ck it
Then I bent her over and f*cked her more
Ha Ha