Art II lyrics

[Intro]
Sometimes I think you'll never learn, no
But you might learn today, yeah

[Verse 1: Joey Nato]
I really wish that I knew what I ever did to you
That made you want to turn around and stab my back when I turned around
Think of my point of view: I was mad when I heard the news
I didn't believe it at first, but now, I know it's not a rumor now
How come we need to sort this out in this type of way?
'Cause I try to be a good friend to you, but if that's how you want to play
I can do that all day, two can play that game; touché
See, what I'm tryna say is-

[Chorus: Joey Nato]
I'll f*ck your b*tch! (What? Huh? What? Huh?)
I'll f*ck your b*tch! (Oh! What?)
Ah, ah, ah, she thinks I'm rich! (What? She thinks I'm what?)
I'll f*ck your b*tch, uh, I'll f*ck your b*tch, uh!
I'll f*ck your–!

[Verse 2: Joey Nato]
See, I didn't want to take it there, but you did me dirty for the last time
Got your chick sweatin' like halftime, oh yeah
And I got it all planned out, I'ma do it different than the norm
Took a little drive to enterprise and signed the rental form
Porsche same color as cappuccino, don't ask where I got this watch
'Cause little does she know, it's still a Rollie, but I got this sh*t at a thrift shop
I'ma take you out to dinner with a credit card and then look her right in her eyes
And basically now at that point, I think you realize-
[Chorus: Joey Nato]
I'll f*ck your b*tch! (What? Huh? What? Huh?)
I'll f*ck your b*tch! (Oh! What?)
Ah, ah, ah, she thinks I'm rich! (What? She thinks I'm what? I'm not)
I'll f*ck your b*tch, uh (Haha), I'll f*ck your b*tch, uh! (What?)
I'll f*ck your b*tch! (Ooh, huh? What?)
I'll f*ck your b*tch! (Oh-ho, no)
Ah, ah, ah, she thinks I'm rich! (What? Ayy, ayy)
I'll f*ck your b*tch, I'll f*ck your b*tch! (Yeah, yeah)
I'll f*ck your–!

[Verse 3: Crypt]
I'll f*ck your b*tch if you try to f*ck me over
You thought that your heart was cold, but mine's colder
Time for war and I'm a mighty soldier
And my rhymes are like bullets from my mind, I'ma load the
Holes in my enemies, peg you from the head to the floor
Got 'em lookin' like a board from Connect Four
I'll make sure that your whore will mourn your dead corpse
Before she goes on all fours
Time to get illy again, I'll kill a million men
Before I let a motherf*cker break me down from within
I'll turn your grin into a frown and my frown into a grin
Got you crying like a kid, begging me to forgive
Until I smash in action your head in this pus*y to your di*k
Toss you down into a ditch, your funeral I’ll attend
And to your b*tch, I will pretend and cover her up as a friend
Invite her up to my crib, and in the end-
[Chorus: Joey Nato, with Crypt ]
I'll f*ck your b*tch! (What? Huh? What? Huh?)
I'll f*ck your b*tch! (Oh! What?)
Ah, ah, ah, she thinks I'm rich! (What? She thinks I'm what? I'm not)
I'll f*ck your b*tch, uh! (Haha) I'll f*ck your b*tch, uh
I'll f*ck your b*tch! (Ooh, huh? What? Huh?)
I'll f*ck your b*tch! (Oh! What?)
Ah, ah, ah, she thinks I'm rich! (What? She thinks I'm what? Ayy, uh)
I'll f*ck your b*tch, uh, I'll f*ck your– *****!