MOMENT OF TRUTH
Performed by Tyler James Williams and Brandon Mychal Smith
BLING
Heh Uh
You want this battle, huh?
So you a rapper now?
Oh, OK
Uh
Here we go again
Prepare to meet your end
Just looked you on Facebook
You have zero friends
This kid's a looser
Yo, he ain't even kissed a girl
You write her love letters
I buy her ice a pearls
So how you like me now?
Even Roxanne's in the background
Saying wow, Bling's got style
I'm off the gold chain
If you're a rapper why is Kris your backup dancer
Like an extra on Soul Train
I see your mommy and your daddy in the front row
They must be embarrassed for you bro
You're not a real MC
You should quit hip-hop
Now be a good busboy and go get your mop
TRUTH
Bling, you don't wanna battle
You're the snake without the rattle
You're the boat without the paddle
You're the duck without the waddle
You're the horse without the saddle
The ranch without the cattle
The day without the shadow
Son, I think you should skedaddle
Kick gravel, sayonara punk, arrivederci
What language do I have to say it in for you to here me clearly Adios amigo
you're over with finito
This clown couldn't rap anything but my burrito
BLING
Kid, you have to hold you mommy's hand before you cross the street
You have to sneak out the house just to clean and sweep
And now you look queasy I made him go mute
Put your camera phones up so you can post this on YouTube
Truth's got a screw loose
He's terrified to bust
So lightweight that I could blow him over with a gust
You're weak like seven days
You deserve boos
You should walk around in some high heel shoes, ha!
You should rock pigtails and a skirt
You're shaking in your boots- are your feelings getting hurt?
Well maybe I should hurt more than your feelings
Maybe I should rip the roof off this theatre ceiling
Maybe you should start kneeling, his eyes are getting misty
You're so whack if you were me you couldn't diss me
Kissy, kissy Roxanne did you miss me?
I'll take you out for dinner after I've eaten this pipsqueak
And when were on vacation, I'll let him house sit
Here's a couple bucks, buy yourself a better outfit
TRUTH
You know what?
You don't have a stack of cash or a flashy pad
I saw you last week driving a taxicab
Your secrets out and now they know, sport
We'll call you if we need a ride to an airport
In fact, you can drop me off at home after this
Then you can take your couple bucks back, but as a tip
You're playing yourself like solitaire
Telling everyone that's here that you're a millionaire
You're not a baller, you're a phony
I bet your whole crew is a bunch of rent-a-homies
At night you lie in bed lonely
Your personas a facade
The only girls you get are in the pages of a catalog
Here stands lord of the Bluff
His lies were legendary till the Truth made him
hush And whats funny is your truth is enough
Why'd you have to make up all the money and the stuff
I guess it's easier to play the role 'n' act hard
'Cause you don't have the guts to tell us who you really are
So you can keep a trophy that you don't deserve
I might be a busboy but you just got served
Day 1-GUARDIAN ANGEL
Day 2-MOMENT OF TRUTH
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GOOD TO BE HOME
Performed by Coco Jones
Thanks to all those who have been reading my blog!!!
Thanks,
megan10megan
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