Dont funk up our beats contest demonstration lyrics
by Jarren Benton
[Verse 1: Jarren Benton]
F-V-2-0-1-3 b*tch
Honey, I'm home it's dinner time b*tch
Ya mom know me by the scent of my di*k
Heard ya wanna murder me you betta get in line quick
Flip hoes, hit 'em with the Jedi Mind Trick
This my year n*gga, that I shine b*tch
Duck one high when you hit a nice split
Got my first blow job way back in '96
Back like a 2Pac hologram, kill a n*gga then I put his body in the mausoleum
Break his f*cking legs let him leave here without a limb
I'll be damned, put him in the dirt, better body them
Jesus Christ, ?? is nice
He beats his wife and eat this rice
I eat this scythe, I eat these mics, I need this life!
I'm the sh*t, whore, like feces right?
Ok, f*ck satan n*gga
Kick him down and then I'm 'bout to duct tape n*ggas
Soft as a pillow, you a cupcake, n*gga
Mr. Benton hold on I'm 'bout to update n*ggas
How the hell you a G when you buttrape n*ggas?
Hold up, shout out to my upstate n*ggas
Blood go the beat that’ll make the track bleed
Look back like go ahead suffocate n*ggA!