Verse I: Mista Bust a Hoe

bitch I don’t speak, so call my ass Claude
rather be alone, I ain’t fuckin with no broads
not to mention comprehension of my own flaws
hate to break it to ya but bitch I am kind of odd
never gave a fuck about them bitches or them tricks
unless I be going out on the funky tinder tip
no names is ever attached so I can slip the fuckin dick
and once I bust my shit I’m outta the door real quick
feelings ain’t a thang when you was the one that was gettin played
I used to be that muthafucka falling for masquerades
but now I’m on my shit, I guess a playa advanced a grade
mista bust a hoe leadin a damn crusade
relationships a partnership or so I was once told
that was about until I walked on through the fuckin door
and what was in my sights? well low and fuckin behold
I caught the bitch on the couch with the neighbor next door
mane fuck that shit, I ain’t buying you no roses
a girlfriend or a wife be takin away from my own focus
never lettin my guard down, never will be broken
cause you muthafuckas always got some fuckin motives, hoe

Verse II: Mista Bust a Hoe

hit ya with the funky rhythms bumpin out ya systems
on a mission middle man addition of precision
give ya credit once ya figure out the fuckin riddle
competition is division when you a musician
keepin a funky style, staying so cool like a breeze
muthafuckas copy me, but they ain’t got the steez
If you wanted to ride my nuts you should’ve asked me please
but I know you never could because you lack the expertise
I don’t need a chain or a big shiny rang
just to know that I dominate the whole fucking game
it’s the same everyday, muthafuckas need restraint
they go fuckin biting off another mans domain
shit ain’t gonna change, never a point to complain
so I mind my fuckin business and I make my own lane
just because all these rappers unoriginal and fake
I hate you muthafuckas with a passionate disdain, mane