Dont f*ck up our beats verse [FREESTYLE] lyrics

Ya, ya okay
F-V-2-0-1-3 b*tch
Honey I'm home, its dinner time b*tch
Your mom know me, bouta sit on my di*k
Heard you wanna murder me, you better get in line quick
Flip hoes, hit her with the Jedi Mind Trick
This my year n*gga that I shine b*tch
Duck, run, hide 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 a mausoleum
Break your f*cking leg, let you leave here without a limb
I'll be damned, put him in the dirt
Better body them
Jesus Christ
Leech these nights
He beats his wife
And eats this rice
I'll eat this life
I'll eat these mics
I need this life
I'mma sh*t hoarde like feces right?
Okay, f*ck say n*gga
Kick him now i know I'm bout to duck tape n*ggas
Soft as a pillow, you a cupcake n*gga
Mr.Benton, hold up I'm bout to update n*ggas
How the hell you a G when you butt rape n*ggas?
Hold up, shout out to my upstate n*ggas
Club got the beat
That will make the track lean
Look back like go ahead
Suffocate n*ggas
(AHH!)