Moment Of Truth
(专辑: Let It Shine - 2012)
Here we go again, prepare to meet your end Just looked you up on Facebook, you have zero friends This kid's a
loser yo, he ain't even kissed a
girl You write her love letters I
buy her ice and pearls So how you like me now? Even Roxanne's in the
background saying 'Wow, Bling's got style' I'm off the
gold chain If you're a
rapper why is Kris your backup dancer Like an extra on soul train I
see your mommy and your daddy in the
front row They must be embarrassed for you bro You're not a
real M.C. You should quit hip-hop Now be a
good bus boy and go get your mop Bling, you don't wanna battle You're the
snake without the
rattle You're the
boat without the
paddle You're the
duck without the
waddle You're the
horse without the
saddle The
ranch without the
cattle The
day without the
shadow Son, I
think you should skedaddle kick gravel Sayonara punk arrivederci What language do I
have to say it in for you to hear me clearly Adios amigo, you're over with, finito This clown couldn't rap anything but my burrito Kid, you have to hold your mommy's hand before you cross the
street You have to sneak out the
house just to clean and sweep And now you look queasy, I
made him go mute Put your camera phones up so you can post this on YouTube Truth's got a
screw loose he's terrified to bust So lightweight that I
can blow him over with a
gust You're weak like Seven Days, you deserve boos You should walk around in some high-heeled shoes You should rock pigtails and a
skirt You're shaking in your boots Are your feelings getting hurt? Well, maybe I
should hurt more than your feelings Maybe I
should rip the
roof off the
theatre ceiling Maybe you should start kneeling his eyes are getting misty You're so wack, if you were me you couldn't diss me Kissy kissy Roxanne, did you miss me? I'll take you out to dinner after I've eaten this pipsqueak And when we're on vacation I'll let him house sit Here's a
couple of bucks, buy yourself a
better outfit You know what? You don't have a
stack of cash or a
flashy pad I
saw you last week driving a
taxi cab, Your secret's out and now they know sport We'll call you if we need a
ride to an airport In fact you can drop me off at home after this Then you can take your couple bucks back but as a
tip You're playing yourself like Solitaire Telling everyone that's here that you're a
millionaire You're not a
baller, you're a
phony I
bet your whole crew is a
bunch of rent-a-homies And now you lie in bed lonely, your persona's a
façade The
only girls you get are in the
pages of a
catalog Here stands Lord of DaBluff His lies were legendary till the
truth made him hush And what's funny is your truth is enough Why'd you have to make up all the
money and the
stuff? I
guess it's easier to play the
role and act hard 'Cause you don't have the
guts to tell us who you really are So you can keep a
trophy that you don't deserve I
might be a
bus boy but you just got served