ha ha ha....the only wanna be here is you punk....quit runnin that cock sucker n play right....

warming up

Rocca
You think you're gronde and tanto…
You don’t speak English, bitch, quit playing with words in Esperanto
I stomp you out but keep your jaws intact...
So you could run la bocca but you couldn’t move infact…
I don’t need to prove you how my potential be humongous…
You're small fish off-the-scale, wanna grow but you fail…
You’re stale, your style stink and you've grown them roots…
You pertain to no male, your pussy bleeding with acid soots…
You cocky corny son-of-a-bitch, you’re fledgling…
You’ve just hatched but you act up like you’se a VIP whore…
I damage your ass be barely dredging like a punk on LAPD floor…
Rocca singing his raps like a little kid on a choir…
Dressed in a flier attire stringing words like Pryor ‘fore he expire…
Blow that liar outta sight, go listen to G-songs, cite Pac and Biggy on ya block
Don’t forget to grab ya glock, you gotta be outta there killin those who mock
Rocca Tha Mushy Rock....