Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Moment of Truth, artist - Brandon Mychal SmithDate of issue: 14.06.2012
Song language: English
Moment of Truth |
| Here we go again |
| Prepare to meet your end |
| Just looked you up on Facebook |
| You have zero friends |
| This kid’s a loser |
| You haven’t even kissed a girl |
| You write her love letters |
| I’ll buy her ice and pearls |
| So how you like me now? |
| Even Roxanne is 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 from 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 wanna 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 |
| For you to hear me clear-lay? |
| Adios amigo |
| You’re over with, finito |
| This clown couldn’t wrap anything but my burrito |
| 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 could blow him over with a gust |
| You’re weak like seven days, you deserve boos |
| You should walk around in some high heel shoes |
| You should rock pigtails and a skirt |
| You’re shakin' in your boots |
| Are your feelings getting hurt? |
| Ooh, 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 whack, 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 drivin' a taxi cab |
| Your secret’s out and now they know, sport |
| We’ll call you if we need a ride to an airport |
| In fact, you could drop me off at home after this |
| Then, you can take your couple bucks back, but as a tip |
| You playin' yourself like solitaire |
| Tellin' everyone that’s here that you’re a millionaire |
| You’re not a baller, you’re a phony |
| I’ll bet your whole crew was 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, 'til 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 |