Seymour Butts - The Beef lyrics

[Intro] Ladies and gentlemen For Christ's sake Lay off it [Verse 1: Troy Powers] Yo, my rhymes are ill as hell And there ain't no remedy But your lame raps s** more a** Than a roomful of Kayla's enemies All she and Natalee do is tell me That I need to s** their a**es And between Starbucks and Panera They're the whitest girls in the ma**es But in the greatest charade or facade In all the history of the Pet**p*torap game And that's saying a lot, is the part Where I never hated Kayla or Nat And if you can't see that clearly Then you're as blind as a bat Or a little miniature pinscher After a showdown with a cat Cause Treyla, Trat, and Treylalee Are all ships you'd never imagine And even though I don't believe they'd happen I'd think the throbbing teen fans Will be absolutely ecstatic To find that there ain't even real beef Between me, Kayla, and Nit-Nat-Nit So before you start sending d**h threats Stop dead in your tracks Because if there's nothing else to say Then I'd like you to (s** my a**)