THE WAY I LIVE RESPONSE

Yo jack, I've been thinking, ain't a ranch only got like 25 horses yo? Yo shit man, if it was a car it'd be slow as fuck [John] My mottos fuckin bitches When im not recording, i listen to my shit and im the illest The chillest, good thing i went first cause ima kill this Yo, locate where dr. phil is ….a therapy session for you You gon need it, you scared, he gonna a treat it Yea, werd, up cali kush swag Yo jon, your more like a gay pussy fag Thinking its cool taken dabs selling dimes You think you better than me, show me in your rhymes And your lines man, you a fuckin actor Its simply a fact your not a mothafuckin rapper Huh, what you gonna do You fuck with me, i fuckin turn yo face black And blue, then i send you to the ranch, moo And i will murder your crew too Im also the better smoker I blow smoke rings, call me the master toker I spit hot fire I write all my lyrics down in my binder (hahahaha, yea yea yea yea, word word) [Jack] Yo jon simon, you shouldn't be rhyming Your kush is fire, we'll put it out - jake lyman Your boys are gay, not straight With your period we know its common late Your first plan should be plan b We be selling o's you be selling g's I fuck your bitch 3 times out of 3 She be on her knees yelling yes, yes please I take out my keys and hop in the sube Pick up my boys and light a fuckin doobie Got to get solos from your local foods, key (yea, you feel me) Ya words can't phase me Your weed can't blaze me The worst choice you ever made was to uncage me Me and my crew are the best thats ever done it Hit you with the bars, your not having fun bitch Chew you up and spit you out, like were eating gum bitch Wake up in 20 years and find you in the slums kid (yo kav's, dajock, and jon simon…y'all shouldn't be rhyming, faggot) [Harry] So im writing down words with a beat behind it My words start flowing like a fuckin broken condom Its common, that my rhymes are fire Doper than the kush from the local cali supplier You should just retire Your words aren't even a joke Uh uh, they a mothafuckin satire King kav, i dont even know where to start When you rap its like your driving, a car, in park Me and the boys were the mothafuckin crew Mess with us, we'll cook you like a fuckin human stew (ha ha ha,werd werd, heyo dajock listen up) Dajock dajock, what a easy stampede You say she needs weed, but really she's with me She's on her hands and knees, with her head on my d D's on d's, jon i know thats all you see Because in school your a bit, special needs Can you see, im the best in this game Just ask ma boy jeeves, im at ease (yo yo yo yo, wuz good) Boys dont even make a response We go above and beyond You know us Harry, jack, and john