Lil bytch ain't got no bars fukking with this in that overated ass diss song.
Lil B for lil' boss, big talk, get your head cracked
I'm from the hood, where dudes is terrorist with no head wraps
Westside gangsta connected to the mob, Connected to the rock like I'm J Cole
Shoot like I'm Steve Nash, 4-5 tuck with my weed stash
You fukking with a robbing ex-killa, get your knees cracked
Internet got you thinking that you is a God
Real hip-hop over here, blood and tears over here
No bytch over here, only bad bytches over here
No p*ssy over there, pump it up, you a queer
Tryna diss me when you got a fukking full beard
Sit down old man, your back 'bout to blow out
My rap like a gold mine, studyin' my dope rhymes
Rawest rapper in the game, it's like I'm sniffing coke lines
Losing all your hair, Joe, think you need Rogaine
Joe Budden, Joe booty, what the fukk is your name?
Shut the fukk up with those depressing ass songs