Mr. Buster, where the fuck you at?

Ain't scrappin' it, so I know you got your, got your dick.

gone hard for fucking your road dogs the hood you threw up with niggas you grew up with

Don't even respect your ass.

That's why it's time for the doctor to check your ass, nigga.

Used to be my homie.

Used to be my ace.

Now I want to slap that six.

That's your map.

Make it by down to the rope.

Fuckin' me, now I'm fuckin' you, lil' ho, ho Don't think I forgot, let you slide

Let me ride.

Just another homicide.

Yeah, it's me.

So I'm going to talk on stomping on the easiest grease that you can walk on.

Subscribe on your comp and hatch your locs and watch your back cause you might get smoked, locs.

And pass the bud, and stay low-key, BG, cause you lost all your homies' love.

Now call it what you want to You fucked with me, now it's a must that I fuck with you

Yeah, that's what the fuck I'm talking about.

We have your motherfucking record company surrounded.

Put down the candy and let the little boy go.

You know what I'm saying?

Motherfucker.

Bow wow.

Yippee-yo, yippee-yay, doggy dogs in the motherfuckin' house.

Bow-wow-wow, yippee-yo, yippee-yay, Jeff Rose in the motherfuckin' house.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, yippee, yo, yippee, yay.

The sounds of a door brings me to another day.

play with my bone with your jimmy it seems like you're good for making jokes about your jimmy well here's the jimmy joke about your mama that you might not like

I heard she was a Presco.

Thank the fucking mama.

I'm talking about you and me.

Toe to toe.

And you'd take your bark was loud, but your bite wasn't vicious.

And the rhymes you were kicking were quite bootylicious.

You get what dog eat dog.

Oh, is he crazy?

With your mama and your daddy hollering, baby.

So what that lets you know?

That if you fuck with Drake, nigga, you're fucking with death, bro.

And I ain't even swinging them things.

I'm hollering with my dick in your mouth, bitch.

Yeah, nigga.

Counting along, be together on this motherfucker.

So you want to pop that shit and get your motherfucking cranium cracked, nigga?

Step on up.

Now, we ain't no motherfuckin' joke, so remember the name.

Mighty, Mighty D.R.

Yeah, motherfucker!

Now understand, this my nigga Drake can't be touched So Luke's gettin' fucked

Busta thought I was sleazy.

I thought I was a mark because I used to hang with easy.

You may just speak, but you spoke at your drink.

What up?

Chip this nigga off, love.

If it ain't another hoe that I gots to fuck with.

Got teeth in your mouth, so my dick's gots to fit.

With my nuts on your tonsils, while you're on stage rapping at your whack-ass concert.

Then I'ma snatch your ass from the backside and show you how Death Row pull off that hoop ride.

Now you might not understand me Cause I'ma rob you in Compton and blast you in Miami

Then we're going to take this up central on a street knowledge mission.

As I step in the civil school.

You tryna check my homie, you best check your sepsis when you're disjointed.

This your cell, motherfucker.

Yeah, nigga.

Fuck it with me.

Yeah.

Nine juice.

That is great.

Drop in the tonic once again.

It don't stop.

Punish your punk, motherfucker.

It's real quick life.

Comfy style, nigga.

Doggy dogs from the motherfucker.

in hell.