Tyler James Williams - Moment of Truth (Bling vs. Truth) lyrics

[Verse 1: Lord of the Bling] Unh! Here we go again, prepare to meet your end Just looked you up on Facebook, you have zero friends This kid's a loser yo; he ain't even kissed a girl You write her love letters; I buy her ice and pearls So how you like me now? Even Roxanne is in the background saying, "Wow Bling's got style!' I'm off the gold chain[?]. If you a rapper why is Kris your backup dancer like an extra on Soul Train? I see your mommy and your daddy on the front row, they must be embarra**ed for you bro. You not a real MC, you should quit hip hop, now be a good bus boy and go get your mop! [Verse 2: Truth] Bling you don't want to battle you the snake with out the rattle You the boat with out the paddle you duck with out the waddle you the horse with out the saddle. The ranch with out the cattle. The day with out the shadow. Son I think you should skidaddle quit gravel sayonara punk, arrivederci. What language do I have to say it in for you to hear me clearly? Adios amigo you're over with finito. This clown couldn't rap anything but my burrito! [Verse 3: Lord of the Bling] Kid, you have to hold your mommy's hand before you cross the street You have to sneak out the house just to clean and sweep And now you look queasy, I made him go mute Put your camera phones up so you 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, you deserve boos You should walk around in some high-heeled shoes You should rock pigtails and a skirt You're shaking in your boots Are your feelings getting hurt? Well, maybe I should hurt more than your feelings Maybe I should rip the roof off the theatre ceiling Maybe you should start kneeling his eyes are getting misty You're so wack, if you were me you couldn't diss me Kissy kissy Roxanne, did you miss me? I'll take you out to dinner 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 [Verse 4: Truth] You know what? You don't have a stack of cash or a flashy pad I saw you last week driving a taxi cab Your secret's out and now they know sport We'll call you if we need a ride to an airport In fact you can drop me off at home after this Then you 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 you lie in bed lonely, your persona's a façade The only girls you get are in the pages of a catalog 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 you have to make up all the money and the stuff? I guess it's easier to play the role and act hard Cause you don't have the guts to tell us who you really are So you can keep a trophy that you don't deserve I might be a bus boy, but you just got served