Lyrical Healing

[Intro] Ey man, if you got a problem with somebody Whatever happened to approaching them? Looking at em eye to eye Too much tweefin' going on in this world Thumb thuggin' is at an all-time high They startin' to take this shit a lil too far Jack Rappers all in they feelings Well here goes a little lyrical healing [Verse: Ludacris] And hip hop is, uh Too many rappers gettin' sensitive Ya'll should start a pussy ass nigga initiative Cuz even when I'm not mic'd up I'll fuck your life up Come to your show when ya crowdsurfin' and hold a knife up I tell your momma you ain't shit I hope you skydive and all land in an alligator pit Your album ain't shit, you couldn't sell it at an auction Your five minutes is up, like Antoine Dodson (Hide ya kids, hide ya wife!) Meanwhile that Mary Jane got me wiser And Mr. Jack Daniels is my spiritual advisor Now everybody said I'm strapped and I'm too scary And keep a hand under the pillow like the tooth fairy Your favorite rapper say I'm sick and they ain't no antidote They kidnapping my flows they ain't even leave a ransom note Your shit is faker than the knockoff man I'll make you niggas quit rappin' start a hot dog stand