DFUOB V Contest (Jarren Benton) lyrics

[Intro:]
Jarren Benton here, live and direct
If you just now tunin' in that means you 'bout to enter:
Funk Volume's: Don't Fu[n]k Up Our Beats Contest b*tch!
Look here, there's only one way to do this sh*t...

[Verse:]
Ya, ya, okay
FV two-oh-one-three b*tch
Honey I'm home it's dinner time b*tch
Come on, no knees 'bout to sit on my di*k
Heard you wanna murder me you better get in line quick
Pimp hoes, hit 'em with the Jedi mind trick
This my year, n*gga better shine b*tch
Duck one high, when you hit a nice spliff
Got my first blowjob way back in '96
Back like a 2Pac hologram
Kill a n*gga then I put his body in the mausoleum
Break a f*cking leg, bet you lean, him without a limb
I'll be damned, but 'em in the dirt, better body 'dem
Jesus Christ, he just nights, he beats his wife, and eat this rice
I eat this knife, I eat these mics, I need this life!
I'm the sh*t whore, like feces right?
Okay, f*ck's sake n*gga
Kickin' down the door 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 butt rape n*ggas?
Hold up, shout out to my upstate n*ggas
Blood got a beat that'll make the track bleed
Look back like, "Go ahead, suffocate n*gga!"