Leeta
05-28-2003, 10:21 PM
It goes like dis
Your forced to listen to the rhymz of the boo Miss Leeta//
Instead yo rathre listen to the mating call of a Cheetah//
Can't you feel the fist of the victorious hip-hopper//
I'll spit on yo grave and say rest in peace muthafucker//
You silly Doll, i put a gun to yo head and call up da master of yo school//
And tell him to do u up da ass, and call you Ja Fool//
Wait a minute, you'd enjoy dat, i'll spit again//
I'll grab a pocket knife and slit yo ivory veins//
Rest in peace I-Doll, see you in da gutter//
Miss Leeta in da house, c'mon bitch, let me hear you utter//
Your forced to listen to the rhymz of the boo Miss Leeta//
Instead yo rathre listen to the mating call of a Cheetah//
Can't you feel the fist of the victorious hip-hopper//
I'll spit on yo grave and say rest in peace muthafucker//
You silly Doll, i put a gun to yo head and call up da master of yo school//
And tell him to do u up da ass, and call you Ja Fool//
Wait a minute, you'd enjoy dat, i'll spit again//
I'll grab a pocket knife and slit yo ivory veins//
Rest in peace I-Doll, see you in da gutter//
Miss Leeta in da house, c'mon bitch, let me hear you utter//