Bc - Stay Out Of My Life Lyrics

Stay out of my business & stay out of my life!
I got a million ways to prove that u aint my wife!


Its as simple as dis, wit a flick of my wrist, i can drop as sick as ray's bitch/
Only tyme u see men shot, is when kurts dicks at ya lips/

Ya men is holdin heat? from a click dats a snitch & i got ya style 'down pat' like
Blocked kicks afta 6/
Workin at a movie-trailor da last tyme dis kid packin clips, push ya lid back den dip/

Survivin thru mid matchs a risk...but i can pass tyme tho, f*ck an award i want cash by loads/
Ray couldnt get bucks on a board if he passed by go, & i laugh at ya ass rhymes ho/

Imma say dis 4 da last tyme yo, da hooks in ya songs are gay, juss a rook wit a long day/
Ya beats couldnt have a dope base line if u was cookin sum bomb yay/

Ya punches is put in the wrong way, can u handle dis ya plain ass aint land in shit/
I aint a fan of a bitch, his eyes black & im proud afta i gave da man a fist/

Den ya in da sand or a ditch, da voters still like my ways, heres sumthin to heal ya pride k/
Tryna steal whut tides say, & ice beat this cross eyed fag til it feel like friday/

Ma characters vital, when pairin wit rivals, i could be ozzy wife wit a talk show
& i still aint sharin da title/
Leave ya shirt holy like u wearin a bible, & diss u harder on a stage den
Simon from american idol/

Ma verse is a two punch killer. beat me? im too much iller/
And ya verses iz like, retards makin jelly donuts they got too-much filler/

This f*ckin faggot finds elton john attractive/
This ediot wears his pants low just to give men an easier access/