Yo, Khia, this bitch tried to diss you Is you serious? Hell yeah, I'm serious Talking about she the baddest bitch That bitch goes bad Can't be serious I am serious, yo (Hit her up) Bitch! Grab yo man when you see Khia Hoe, call the cops when you see Khia Bitch tried to diss, but she lame she ain't finished now she 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace Bitches, I hit 'em up! First of all How you gon' rap with dick sperm all out ya mouth? But I'm 'bout to make ya bow down to the queen of the south Fake bitch if you was real You woulda said my name But, bitch, I'm callin' you a hoe And I'm sayin' it to yo' face Keep it real punk hoe the hood already know That's why they fuck ya in ya ass Let a hoe be a hoe Trick and Ted shoulda warned you not to open yo' mouth But Slip and Slide been beggin' me to fill up ya spot Your album sucks more, whore Than ya suck on the dick Trickin' all round town Tryna hate on a bitch Now hoe what ya gon' name ya baby? Baby? Man I love ya, Lil Weezy, but that ain't ya baby Rotten body, corroded bitch can't even have no baby Lil Weezy tighten up boy, I'll have your baby I got the pussy dizzy, bitch But I ride my own dick Independent, fuck a major And I'm still rich bitch I moved to Georgia 'cause I could afford to But Florida's my home And all my thugs and thug misses Know I'm reppin' 'em strong Bitch I rep for the hood Hoe, I come from the streets And that's what happens to a bitch That try to fuck with a queen The hood was wonderin' what happened to the second verse Well, I was savin' it for that bitch Wacky-O Ah! Wanna hear it here it go Bitch! Grab yo man when you see Khia (A-Wacky, a-Wacky-O) Hoe, call the cops when you see Khia (A-Wacky, a-Wacky-O) Bitch tried to diss, but she lame she ain't finished now she 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace (Bitch look like a man, [?], she don't even deserve a diss) All this talk 'bout Wacky-O Bein' the queen of the South Yeah, you a queen, a drag queen You ugly bitch, you ain't 'bout it Bitch learn my name it's Motor Mouth Thug Misses, gangstress ya heard? Ain't nothin' fake about me either You bitches already know I got all you bitches hatin' 'Cause y'all can't handle the truth But tellin' you bitches about yo' ass Is something I love to do You want a problem, hoe you got one And you don't want it with me You fought Fox 'cause she's a diva But I'm a thug nigga's dream And we can take it to the streets Fight with the fists of the heat Betta check my background again Hoe, you don't want it with me And I gives a damn 'bout them lames That you roll with either Guard Jack like some pussies 'Cause they some punk pussy eaters Fags lookin' like some lames With them Fuck Khia shirts But when I stepped in the buildin' hoe Yo feelin's was hurt Screamin' fuck dem other hoes Stop it, get mo' bitch Wit'cho non-rappin' ass Ain't you bankrupt bitch? Stealin' gowns outta stores Like a illy-formed whore Deformed bitch, tighten up How many records ya sold? Is you a man or a woman? How many niggas ya fooled? Transvestite lookin' bitch Gets no respect in the hood, bitch Bitch! Grab yo man when you see Khia (A-Wacky, a-Wacky-O) Hoe, call the cops when you see Khia (A-Wacky, a-Wacky-O) Bitch tried to diss but she lame she ain't finished now she 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace (Bitch look like a man, she don't even deserve a diss) Bitches, I hit 'em up! Bitch, I'm over here What the fuck was you rappin' about? What took you so long? Bitch, the ozone wars was three months ago You just comin' up with a diss? What the fuck was you talkin' about? You, too many personalities on one page Bitch, you supposed to be dissin' me What the fuck was you? Bitch, first you sound like Rick Ross Then you went to sounding Like Shawn and Ludacris Who-who wrote that shit? Y'all hoes, I'm just too real for ya hoes We-we-we laughin' at you, bitches And y'all niggas with them Fuck Khia T-shirts on Thank you Promotion, I love it