Lyrics Whiteys Revenge - La Coka Nostra

What?
Did I hurt your feelings?
I'm suppose to be scared now, right?
Yo, I'd like to dedicate this record
Right here to Mr. Marshall Matthers Mother
Yeah this one's for your moms
Here come the mighty
One they call whitey
All your sons are whitey
Are all dick biters
So won't that bitch Shady please act up
Get smacked up
Get your eyes blacked up
With your candy ass name
Your a candy ass rapper
I'll smack you up
Shut you off like the clapper
Whoever said you was raw son they lied
I knew that shit I spit on Dilated hurt your pride
Screaming on a record how you wish I'd die
But you don't want to see me on this physical side
You just a big tough guy tryin' to act hard
But won't walk a lobby without your body guard
You ain't pulling my card you ain't riding a train
Back in the day kids like you got robbed for their chain
Step to me like a man where the hands get slained
Matter fact when you see me, Bitch give me some brain
Yo it's like that we could fight jack
Let's put the mics down
You'll catch a beatdown
I get love in New York
Got fam in LA
I heard you might be the emcee that's gay
With your platnium blunt Caesar you look like a ho
Like eminem stand for Maryln Monroe
Talking about killing sprees you ain't like that yo
Makin' lots of enemies but that's all for show
You punk ecstasy junkie you waste of skills
Stop riding my deals stay high on pills
Boy I hope you OD don't be playin' with me
Little Bitch you need to watch what you sayin' to me
Turned hard the day Dre gave you a record deal
You went n' sold your soul for some ass appeal
Serving up that ordurb kid I eat this meal
Instead of worrying about who you should be dissing
You need to worry about who your wifey been kissing
Or if you go to prison while you doing your bid
I'll look in on your lady & do things for your kid
Make em' write you lots of letters about the things that we did
Pictures of me chilling all up in your crib
& That shit about slang tech that was a fear
1st time you met me showed you love in DC
But you were scared like a pussy with your eyes on the floor
While your crew showed me love outside the front door
Talkin' about a what's up, ain't you whitey ford
Love that song what its like, yo praise the lord
I don't do this for the money yo I do it for fun
You might hang around some gangsters
But you ain't one
Talkin' about a fag but you the one in drag
You can't keep your women from going astray
Better run & check your kid for your DNA
Take care of my moms, get sued by yours
With your corny metaphors about drugs and crack whores your a sucka.
Word up for real you want to talk some shit money
Come talk it with the hands be
I ain't wasting anymore time with you
Fuck that shit that's it.