Girls

Hey yo dawg… I got some shit on my motha f*ckin' chest… that
I need to get I need to get off cause, if I don’t…
I’m gonna f*ckin explode, or somethin'
Now look — this is a story about…
some little f*ckin' girls that I know
It goes like this…
It’s so easy for me to make enemies any more it’s sickening
People are lookin' for an excuse to jump on my shitlist
Stickin their noses in shit that isn’t none of their business
I never asked, cared, gave a f*ck, or wanted opinions
Now I’m in the position that, I don’t wanna be in shit
I never had no beef with your corny son of a bitches
But now the shit is broke and you can’t do nothin to fix it
So I’m tellin you right now — motherF*CK a Limp Bizkit
Now I’m gonna be real, B-Real was real
He ain’t say shit the whole time me and Whitey was beefin'
see he chilled
He was cool with the whole situation and kept it neutral
I’d have never involved my crew if it wasn’t for Pupils
Peoples, whatever your backpackin cypherin name is
Had I not opened a magazine and seen what you sayin and
I’da never involved you, but you had to add your two pennies
Now I gotta go grab my shitlist and add some new enemies
Hit the studio and I’ll admit, I had a few in me
Fuck it, I roasted you, I ain’t mad at you any
But let it be known that song was never released, it leaked
I’da never gave you that much attention intentionally
Then I look on the TV, now look who’s mentionin me
That little fuckin weasel, DJ Lethal, on MTV
After I gave you props in that song, you on national TV
Talkin bout Everlast is gonna whip my ass when he sees me?
Come on dawg, you was supposed to be on that song
Talkin bout how bad you hate him, now you all on his thong?
What’s wrong? You scared, and Fred, you said you was dissin him too
I shoulda knew better than to listen to you
You fuckin sissy, up on stage, screamin how people hate you
They don’t hate you
They just think you’re corny since Christina played you
And I dare you motherfuckers to try to diss me back
That’s a sissy act, and don’t call me kissin my a*s
Cause I swear to God this ain’t just a song I’m tryin to pre-warn you
Lethal when I fuckin see you dawg I’m swingin on you!
Motherfuckers must think cause I’m in trouble with the law
that I won’t jaw 'em, up my sentence and double it tomorrow
Y’all some — girrrrls — y’all are some god damn girls
Why do you act this way? — Why do you act this way huh?
Why do y’all act like f*ckin sissies you pus*ies
keep talkin shit behind my back you just some b*tches for that
And we all know — we all know, hah
How fuckin cowards rollll — «keep rollin rollin rollin»
In fuckin Bentley’s and pretend to be down
But as soon as someone calls you out
You put your tail between your legs and bow dowwwn
Now I don’t ask nobody to share my beliefs, to be involved in my beefs
I’m a man, I can stand on my feet
So if you don’t wanna be in 'em all I ask
Is that you don’t open your mouth with an opinion
and I won’t put you in 'em
Cuz I don’t ask nobody to share my beliefs
To be involved in my beefs
I’m a man, I can stand on my feet
So if you don’t wanna be in 'em all I ask
is that you don’t open your mouth with an opinion
and I won’t put you in 'em
Now see if you diss me and I respond, the beef is on
But if I help you sell one record
and I see you at a show, I’ll strip you naked
See I was smart, I came back and scooped up my friends
Now I got five dawgs that’ll die for me like I’ll die for them
I’ll fight for them, swing or shoot like I fight for Kim
All of 'em been with me through this fucked up life that I’m in
That goes for all of my dogs, from