Bottles Up
Handle your biz, I'm handling mine
Now bottles up and fall in line
Former friend talking shit again
Oh no, that’s shit, I wanna bet 10
Going to go handle it like men
That’s right where’s mom, get back to the den.
It’s too bad I’m your only friend.
Go ahead and laugh when your in the pen.
Hold up, do not choke it up,
I think you have smoked enough
Can not wait to call out your bluff
Go ahead and have another puff
I promise I will make it rough
It is going to get really really tough
Not for me, for you of course again
Now be a good boy and back to the den
Handle your biz, I'm handling mine
Now bottles up and fall in line
Former friend talking shit again
Oh no, that’s shit, I wanna bet 10
Going to go handle it like men
That’s right where’s mom, get back to the den.
It’s too bad I’m your only friend.
Go ahead and laugh when your in the pen.
Look at all these washed roaches
Strange range of the fan quotas
When I'm runnin' from the cops
Until this mother fucking beat stops
Picked your ass out of the shop
Go back to eating soggy slop
You filthy piece of farmers crop
Bout as worthless as a lily top
Handle your biz, I'm handling mine
Now bottles up and fall in line
Former friend talking shit again
Oh no, that’s shit, I wanna bet 10
Going to go handle it like men
That’s right where’s mom, get back to the den.
It’s too bad I’m your only friend.
Go ahead and laugh when your in the pen.
He had this elaborate dream
Thats when I told him about my scheme
Wanna fucking fight, fucking through up
Ask your saviour for a big ole cup
Clearly wasn’t fucking me
Or else you would have had to pee
So much for your big ol’ dream
All I do is make you cream