Benny Go To Hell

Yeah, I'm smokin' on that cookie pack the Jar on top shelf

Bottom bitch I used to hit, she sayin', Benny, go to hell

I ain't one to diss, I keep the dissin' to myself

Yea, I want some B.B. Simon till my shoelace are my belts

Shawty chokin', need the Heimlich, had to let her catch her breath

Wanna fight, they know I'm right, so then I hit em' with a left

Packin' up a cone, still I'm packin' when I step

Just like home alone, I light a fire on your head

Yeah, I ain't gon' retire, I'll retire when I'm dead

Till I'm spittin' through the wire, they admire what I said