Jarren Benton - Dont funk up our beats contest demonstration lyrics

[Verse 1: Jarren Benton] F-V-2-0-1-3 b**h Honey, I'm home it's dinner time b**h Ya mom know me by the scent of my dick Heard ya wanna murder me you betta get in line quick Flip hoes, hit 'em with the Jedi Mind Trick This my year n***a, that I shine b**h Duck one high when you hit a nice split Got my first blow job way back in '96 Back like a 2Pac hologram, k** a n***a then I put his body in the mausoleum Break his f**ing legs let him leave here without a limb I'll be damned, put him in the dirt, better body them Jesus Christ, ?? is nice He beats his wife and eat this rice I eat this scythe, I eat these mics, I need this life! I'm the sh**, who*e, like feces right? Ok, f** satan n***a Kick him down and then I'm 'bout to duct tape n***as Soft as a pillow, you a cupcake, n***a Mr. Benton hold on I'm 'bout to update n***as How the hell you a G when you bu*trape n***as? Hold up, shout out to my upstate n***as Blood go the beat that'll make the track bleed Look back like go ahead suffocate ni**a!