Hello, I'm not home right now, I'm probably busy So at the sound of the beep, leave your message And I'll return your call, as soon as I can Peace, okay?
[Big Shug] Whattup duke? It's your man again No fakeness, cornball, or shenanigans Real talk, comin from the thoroughest Broke bread with Brooklyn nappy borough kids Time after time you tried to stop my rhyme But I'm all chest and heart and you got no spine I was born to lead, you was born to bleed Youse a slowpoke nigga so I move with speed Update - you higher and you can't be found I heard you and your man was suckin dicks out of town You throw dirt we shovel that shit back And when we catch your lil' ass we gon' snap your back One thing, I just can't understand You got a big mouth for a little-ass man Try to leave me hangin, without the rope I got enough rope to leave your punk-ass choked You know me, I don't speak just to scare you You know my resume and the things that I do Like, punch cats, in they solar plex' Leave nasty holes, in they face and they chest When you get the message, give me a call And we'll meet up and I'll kick you, dead in the balls Call me back BITCH, call me back~! Yeah... {*hangs up phone*}