Lil B - Don't Quit Your Day Job lyrics

I'm actually offended that this n***a ain't come harder than this I got an issue with this little b**h shih tzu I'm a pitbull, throw lyrical missiles that won't miss you Rip open your tissue make your task force miss you It made no sense to diss you, so I dish you Nothing but food you little b**h I drop nines like cat fish sticks and shrimp like you and steak too No b**h, ever gonna get pimp like you Hit you with the cane 'til you sick in the brain Ya think drilling your brain, you Pink Flame a** n***a Lame a** n***a Publicity stunts for the fame a** n***a Bada$$ not lying but you gotta tame that n***a Holla at, not replying, now you dying Joey Bad blame that n***a, restrain that n***a You Purple Rain a** n***a, how you trying to be Prince in a Queen B mix? Little f*ggot pants dance you make no sense - don't quit your day job Cause after this, your campaign wrecked, I could do this all day y'all It ain't no sweat, ain't no threat Is this little b**h sick? Cause there ain't no vets for the love And ain't nothing less I come next, ain't a nun I'm the one, I think I spit lozenge The Bada$$ enforcing This n***as off I put him in a [cough, cough] coffin Make yourself a pitch and get tossed in I could do this often on your porch in Foreign, this a warrant, we warning, if you want we still be Sparring with the martians with an army of spartans Sparking up I f** yo b**h when I park your truck Rockin' a 49ers' park - what? Shout out to the OG Too Short Shout out to the OG E-40 RIP Mac Dre Bay area, cause ma** hysteria, kidnap and bury ya Shout out to Del tha Funkee h*mosapien Shout out Hieroglyphics And most importantly shout out Lil B f** yo' b**h, f** yo' b**h