Fruit Punch - Alterbeats, Guilty Simpson, The Rockness Monstah

Verse 1: Guilty Simpson

I hear a lot of false prophecies, about a lotta emcees

Philosophies about these fake Socrates

Not to be a hater, but he ain’t the savior

I got too many layers, the games got way too many players

So I slay another rapper, and put 'em on the mantle

You lookin' but I’m on another channel

Watchin' these sambos puttin' on a show for their handlers

Lyin' to the people for the cameras

Amateur night, these clowns can’t damage a mic

So I’m breakin' off the hand that they write with

I might sh*t, real weed here takes flight with

The price gets better when you bring more cheddar

I fight clips, with the strength of the men

I’m pissin'' from the?

to the ?, so send 'em in

Your style is cinnamon

Way to sweet for the streets to be listening' in Michigan

Hook 1: The Rockness Monstah

Hey you a b*tch ni**a

That’s right I said it, you a b*tch ni**a (word)

You be runnin' round with all types of snitch ni**as

I can’t mix wicha, you and your inner bitcha

Yah you, you a b*tch ni**a

Fat b*tch a** ni**a, rub on ya' t*ts ni**a

You one of them side switch ni**as (uh huh, uh huh)

I can’t mix wicha b*tch ni**as

Verse 2: The Rockness Montsah

Rock not the LL Cool J «I need Love»

More like the LL, smoke two J’s, I need drugs

Addict behavior, ran out & I’m agg-ravated

Y’all rappin' this lame shit, I feel like clappin' the stage up

No applause and no remorse for rappers that’s claimin' they got bars

No dem is bras.

I laugh in their faces.

bitch boy

F*ck u threw some D’s on it?

Rich Boy

How those pants tight & they saggin' you sh*t in your draws, didn’t you?

I will make you break dance on your face scrams

Capoeira, slap you hella hard, probably sprain my hand (splocka)

You snakes can’t hide in my grass

Ain’t no grass in the PJs, I smoke mine in a wrap

I don’t drink fruit ni**a I punch fruits

Put' generations of little bangers through huntin' school

I don’t wanna do sh*t wicha

Ol' Lifetime channel watchin' butter milk bath takin' b*tch ni**a

Hook 2: The Rockness Monstah

Hey you a b*tch ni**a

That’s right I said it, you a b*tch ni**a (word)

You be runnin' round with all types of snitch ni**as

I can’t mix wicha, you and your inner bitcha

Yah you, you a b*tch ni**a

Fat b*tch a** ni**a, rub on ya' t*ts ni**a

You one of them side switch ni**as (uh huh, uh huh)

I can’t mix wicha b*tch ni**as