Paroles de 'Moment Of Truth (feat. Brandon Mychal Smith)' par Tyler James Williams

Haha, uh
You want this battle, huh?
Oh, so you a rapper now?
Oh, oh, alright

Uh
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's 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 in the front row
They must be embarrassed for you, bro
You're not a real MC, you should quit hip-hop
Now be a good busboy​ and go get your mop

Bling, you don't want to battle
You're the snake without the rattle
You're the boat without the paddle
You're the duck without the waddle
You're the horse without the saddle
The ranch without the cattle
The day without the shadow
Son, I think you should skedaddle
Kick gravel, sayonara, punk, arrivederci
What language do I have to say it in for you to hear me clearly?
Adiós, amigo, you're over with, finito
This clown couldn't rap anything but my burrito

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, hah
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 theater 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 bucks, buy yourself a better outfit

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 it, 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 facade
The only girls you get are in the pages of a catalog
Here stands Lord of the Bluff
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 busboy, but you just got served