Nasty Mutha-Fucka

[Verse One: G-TEE] This is it I'm ready to spit Ayyo its G-TEE and Lemon Lime flowin' and shit We gettin' in this wit sick raps don't you forget that You spit crap so just sit back Why don't you try to learn somethin' you can't earn frontin' Re-locate or get burned stuntin' You don't know half of this hustlin' shit So chill before you fuck up and get hit And you know my rhymes are fine lines The words I say are smarter then Einsteins As soon as that mic gets passed around You know I start kickin' that master sound My rhymes are like nuns they're never bad And I'm spittin' better shit then you ever have Theres no one iller then this or killer then this I'm a winner at this Get hit wit a fist I fucked ya bitch and guess what I spit on her tits [Hook] [Verse Two: Lemon Lime] Ayyo its Lemon Lime and I'm back for more Here with G-TEE yea we fucked that whore This shit gets fucked up and I don't care Come and get me, but bring one to spare So stand up or sit the fuck down I don't have time to fuck with some dumbass clown Me and G-TEE, yea we bring the thunder If you fuck with us, we'll put your dumbass six feet under So take a look at the time I master sadistic rhymes When i get to spittin' you best be next in line Or I'll take you down, by rippin' out your spine You think its funny clown? You only good at dyin' I'm from the East Coast you know the Beast Coast Don't come through these streets or even be seen close If you don't comply I'll jam a fork in ya eye Pull it out, and use to eat my apple pie [Hook] (Fuck me? - Nooo, FUCK YOU