-Bling-
Here we go again, prepare to meet your end
Just looked wewe up on Facebook, wewe have zero friends
This kid's a loser yo, he ain't even kissed a girl
wewe write her upendo letters I buy her ice and pearls
So how wewe like me now?
Even Roxanne's in the background saying 'Wow, Bling's got style'
I'm off the dhahabu 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 wewe bro
You're not a real M.C.
wewe should quit hip-hop
Now be a good bus boy and go get your mop
-Cyrus-
Bling, wewe don't wanna battle
You're the snake without the rattle
You're the mashua without the paddle
You're the bata without the waddle
You're the horse without the saddle
The ranch without the cattle
The siku without the shadow
Son, I think wewe should skedaddle, kick gravel
Sayonara punk arrivederci
What language do I have to say it in for wewe to hear me clearly
Adios amigo, you're over with, finito
This clown couldn't rap anything but my burrito
-Bling-
Kid, wewe have to hold your mommy's hand before wewe kuvuka, msalaba the street
wewe have to sneak out the house just to clean and sweep
And now wewe look queasy, I made him go mute
Put your camera phones up so wewe can post this on YouTube
Truth's got a screw loose he's terrified to bust
So lightweight that I can blow him over with a gust
You're weak like Seven Days, wewe deserve boo's
wewe should walk around in some high-heeled shoes ha!
wewe should rock pigtails and a skirt
You're shaking in your boots
Are your feelings getting hurt?
Well, maybe I should hurt zaidi than your feelings
Maybe I should rip the roof off the theatre ceiling
Maybe wewe should start kneeling his eyes are getting misty
You're so whack, if wewe were me wewe couldn't diss me
Kissy kissy Roxanne, did wewe miss me?
I'll take wewe out to chajio, chakula cha jioni after I've eaten this pipsqueak
And when we're on vacation I'll let him house sit
Here's a couple of bucks, buy yourself a better outfit
-Cyrus-
wewe know what? wewe don't have a stack of cash au a flashy pad
I saw wewe last week driving a taxi cab,
Your secret's out and now they know sport
We'll call wewe if we need a ride to an airport
In fact wewe can drop me off at nyumbani after this
Then wewe 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
And now wewe lie in kitanda lonely, your persona's a façade
The only girls wewe get are in the pages of a cataloge
Here stands Lord of DaBluff
His lies were legendary till the truth made him hush
And what's funny is your truth is enough
Why'd wewe have to make up all the money and the stuff?
I guess it's easier to play the role and act hard
'Cause wewe don't have the guts to tell us who wewe really are
So wewe can keep a trophy that wewe don't deserve
I might be a bus boy but wewe just got served
Here we go again, prepare to meet your end
Just looked wewe up on Facebook, wewe have zero friends
This kid's a loser yo, he ain't even kissed a girl
wewe write her upendo letters I buy her ice and pearls
So how wewe like me now?
Even Roxanne's in the background saying 'Wow, Bling's got style'
I'm off the dhahabu 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 wewe bro
You're not a real M.C.
wewe should quit hip-hop
Now be a good bus boy and go get your mop
-Cyrus-
Bling, wewe don't wanna battle
You're the snake without the rattle
You're the mashua without the paddle
You're the bata without the waddle
You're the horse without the saddle
The ranch without the cattle
The siku without the shadow
Son, I think wewe should skedaddle, kick gravel
Sayonara punk arrivederci
What language do I have to say it in for wewe to hear me clearly
Adios amigo, you're over with, finito
This clown couldn't rap anything but my burrito
-Bling-
Kid, wewe have to hold your mommy's hand before wewe kuvuka, msalaba the street
wewe have to sneak out the house just to clean and sweep
And now wewe look queasy, I made him go mute
Put your camera phones up so wewe can post this on YouTube
Truth's got a screw loose he's terrified to bust
So lightweight that I can blow him over with a gust
You're weak like Seven Days, wewe deserve boo's
wewe should walk around in some high-heeled shoes ha!
wewe should rock pigtails and a skirt
You're shaking in your boots
Are your feelings getting hurt?
Well, maybe I should hurt zaidi than your feelings
Maybe I should rip the roof off the theatre ceiling
Maybe wewe should start kneeling his eyes are getting misty
You're so whack, if wewe were me wewe couldn't diss me
Kissy kissy Roxanne, did wewe miss me?
I'll take wewe out to chajio, chakula cha jioni after I've eaten this pipsqueak
And when we're on vacation I'll let him house sit
Here's a couple of bucks, buy yourself a better outfit
-Cyrus-
wewe know what? wewe don't have a stack of cash au a flashy pad
I saw wewe last week driving a taxi cab,
Your secret's out and now they know sport
We'll call wewe if we need a ride to an airport
In fact wewe can drop me off at nyumbani after this
Then wewe 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
And now wewe lie in kitanda lonely, your persona's a façade
The only girls wewe get are in the pages of a cataloge
Here stands Lord of DaBluff
His lies were legendary till the truth made him hush
And what's funny is your truth is enough
Why'd wewe have to make up all the money and the stuff?
I guess it's easier to play the role and act hard
'Cause wewe don't have the guts to tell us who wewe really are
So wewe can keep a trophy that wewe don't deserve
I might be a bus boy but wewe just got served
