[Verse 1: Meccah Dawn]
Y'all would rather have a bitch dumbed down
Than to spit real shit, whole game run down
They killed hip-hop, who you gon' blame now?
Fuck the world up if I came up now
'Cause they don't like my style
Y'all be happy with a Coke and a smile
Want me to walk in the booth, and talk about guns?
But you don't want me to shoot?
True story, you don't want my truth
What truce? I was just gettin' loose
So play your hand, ace trump deuce
Outcome evident. What, you n***as need proof?
I bang through the roof, sharp shooter too
Told 'em in '02 you n***as gon' need proof
No disrespect, I pray he rest in peace
Couldn't help myself, man, I'm just a beast
Came back with that recipe
"Never Say Never," n***a, Justin B
Got bars and war scars
Still mad at the cop for arresting me
The aftermath, PTSD
Burnin' n***as like an STD
Inflict pain like S&P, I mean S&M
Don't question me (question me, question me)
[Bridge: Meccah Dawn]
They don't want to fuck with this Rap Chic no more
Yeah, they gettin' quiet, they gettin' quiet
All you hear is bunch o' n***as screaming
"No, no, no."
No Juliet n***a, what?

[Verse 2: Meccah Dawn]
Bossed on 'em when I rolled through
Didn't have to but I chose to
Showed you, now you mad at me
'Cause you're a fuckin' Stan and I don't know you
On the blogs hating, and talkin' trash
Y'all n***as acting like hoes do
I could own you, paid dues, I don't owe you
Got 'em all sick, spit too ill
Fuck you, swallow pills
Yo this need to be the intro track
I will kill, kill
Speeding past you like you road kill
I ain't signing shit, n***a, no deal
Paid cash so I'm gon' show my ass
But you ain't gettin' no frills
Whoa!