Busta Busta
I got a place for you all when it comes to this
I got rhymes on my mind but they ain't no diss
I got a lot to say and it's hard to miss
When it comes to white boys, we the best it gets
Time to check yourself
Texts comin' in from my exes
Sweatin' in my Lexus, my essence quite infectious
Around the bend I tend to lend
My vibe to bitches even if they don't wear makeup
Spread the word to women all the way to N'Djamena
Comin' up with all the simple shit I can muster
You don't think I'm serious do you,
I'm not a busta
But I busta busta nut in your face
Disgrace the place of everybody
In this race of the mates
I don't play when it comes to silly things
But when I rap about the shit that you dig
It's hard to complain
Now my brief presence is enough to vibe to
So I pass the mic to the next guy from my crew
I got a place for you all when it comes to this
I got rhymes on my mind but they ain't no diss
I got a lot to say and it's hard to miss
When it comes to white boys, we the best it gets
Now, everybody knows my reputation
Everyday takin' blunts to the face
and waitin' for the day that you play me
at your radio station, let's face it
Everything you playin' is basic
And our shit is sicker than Jeffery's basement
Couldn't have found a better replacement to
rearrange the game and then give it a facelift
Like what I do with these bitches who say shit,
You ain't it
Basically y'all just don't make any sense to me
You claim to be the best emcees
Yet all you seem to know about is sex and lean,
Ecstasy, what you feelin' when you listen to V-O
Now take a second as I teach you a lesson as to what we representin' you in the presence of legends yet to be recognized, you in the presence of DevAnni
I got a place for you all when it comes to this
I got rhymes on my mind but they ain't no diss
I got a lot to say and it's hard to miss
When it comes to white boys, we the best it gets
My name's D-Wreck but I don't give a fuck
Whether or not you got the balls to suck
Cause I got a big dick that you can come lick
If you really do think that my words are sick
And I do admit that I thought a little perverted
When I writ' this verse
But don't you worry if it gets a little worse
We'll call the assistance of a nurse
And have her give ya somethin' to lift this curse
Before my words get to their worst
And you suck a dick
And you'll snort a couple lines of a Pixy stick
And I'll run down the street where I used to live
Hysterically screamin'
"I got nothin' to give", but I do
You have no idea what I've got to lose
Absolute nothing even the name of my booze
And I don't follow the cruise cause my shit rules, and I don't follow the rules
'cause I bought this cruise
With this cash I essentially pulled out of my ass, so don't give me your sass 'cause
Any argument you get in you're gonna lose
I pity you more than I pity the Jews
Even Tourette's guy is at a loss at you because
I'm talkin' words that he can't even view
I got a place for you all when it comes to this
I got rhymes on my mind but they ain't no diss
I got a lot to say and it's hard to miss
When it comes to white boys, we the best it gets
I got a place for you all when it comes to this
I got rhymes on my mind but they ain't no diss
I got a lot to say and it's hard to miss
When it comes to white boys, we the best it gets
I got a place for you all when it comes to this
I got rhymes on my mind but they ain't no diss
I got a lot to say and it's hard to miss
When it comes to white boys, we the best it gets
I got rhymes on my mind but they ain't no diss
I got a lot to say and it's hard to miss
When it comes to white boys, we the best it gets
Time to check yourself
Texts comin' in from my exes
Sweatin' in my Lexus, my essence quite infectious
Around the bend I tend to lend
My vibe to bitches even if they don't wear makeup
Spread the word to women all the way to N'Djamena
Comin' up with all the simple shit I can muster
You don't think I'm serious do you,
I'm not a busta
But I busta busta nut in your face
Disgrace the place of everybody
In this race of the mates
I don't play when it comes to silly things
But when I rap about the shit that you dig
It's hard to complain
Now my brief presence is enough to vibe to
So I pass the mic to the next guy from my crew
I got a place for you all when it comes to this
I got rhymes on my mind but they ain't no diss
I got a lot to say and it's hard to miss
When it comes to white boys, we the best it gets
Now, everybody knows my reputation
Everyday takin' blunts to the face
and waitin' for the day that you play me
at your radio station, let's face it
Everything you playin' is basic
And our shit is sicker than Jeffery's basement
Couldn't have found a better replacement to
rearrange the game and then give it a facelift
Like what I do with these bitches who say shit,
You ain't it
Basically y'all just don't make any sense to me
You claim to be the best emcees
Yet all you seem to know about is sex and lean,
Ecstasy, what you feelin' when you listen to V-O
Now take a second as I teach you a lesson as to what we representin' you in the presence of legends yet to be recognized, you in the presence of DevAnni
I got a place for you all when it comes to this
I got rhymes on my mind but they ain't no diss
I got a lot to say and it's hard to miss
When it comes to white boys, we the best it gets
My name's D-Wreck but I don't give a fuck
Whether or not you got the balls to suck
Cause I got a big dick that you can come lick
If you really do think that my words are sick
And I do admit that I thought a little perverted
When I writ' this verse
But don't you worry if it gets a little worse
We'll call the assistance of a nurse
And have her give ya somethin' to lift this curse
Before my words get to their worst
And you suck a dick
And you'll snort a couple lines of a Pixy stick
And I'll run down the street where I used to live
Hysterically screamin'
"I got nothin' to give", but I do
You have no idea what I've got to lose
Absolute nothing even the name of my booze
And I don't follow the cruise cause my shit rules, and I don't follow the rules
'cause I bought this cruise
With this cash I essentially pulled out of my ass, so don't give me your sass 'cause
Any argument you get in you're gonna lose
I pity you more than I pity the Jews
Even Tourette's guy is at a loss at you because
I'm talkin' words that he can't even view
I got a place for you all when it comes to this
I got rhymes on my mind but they ain't no diss
I got a lot to say and it's hard to miss
When it comes to white boys, we the best it gets
I got a place for you all when it comes to this
I got rhymes on my mind but they ain't no diss
I got a lot to say and it's hard to miss
When it comes to white boys, we the best it gets
I got a place for you all when it comes to this
I got rhymes on my mind but they ain't no diss
I got a lot to say and it's hard to miss
When it comes to white boys, we the best it gets
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