::10:18:08::

::: Why U Bitin :::

see my dude, that’s where you got it wrong
I don’t rap on tracks ill spit right to your face
this rap here, its a loogie, I just spit on your face!
rapping is not my employment
I run this business, n*gga I own it
its D-I double G wid an S on the end
if you cant digg it, it cant be dugg
n*gga you just the sh*t that gets swept under a rug
and forgotten like an anniversary
im punking you like Ashton
ill have your family and crew crying saying oh what a tragedy
you a copy cat n*gga, I got your style
reverse raps, you say everything I said, why you flippin my style
flippin my style while you flippin burgers
a spatula is your mic and I wont ever have to say "here’s your ice tea, do you want some sugar"
n*gga you just got lyrically chin checked
didn’t I see you goin dumb in the club rump shakin to Wreckx-n-effect
you entertain me, I like pushing your buttons
you a peon, to me and the whole world your nuttin
aww...don’t get hot boy, cause to yourself you thinkin, damn, diggs hot boy
im hot wheels you just a tonka toy
You in a dress at strabucks saying, um can I switch that milk to soy
you should just drop this act, like you purposely drop the soap
a vet huh...takin a shower wid other dudes, hands at your waist, saying here tug on my rope only reason why I wrote back cause I always get the last say
how do you feel now, when you folks read this and find out that you really GAY!
I don’t have to kill you on a track, id rather make you suffer
got your nuts in a vice grip, live it up, this your last supper!

Written by: ~ Diggs