Sendin' Em Back - Heather b

Bystanders better duck, somebody better call police

Another Heather B freestyle done hit the streets

Laced to the nines, my chrome-dipped rhymes

They gon shine, then blind your next weak-ass line

And aimed at your head is a infrared circle

Of sentences with messages that read 'Fuck you'

I chip tooths, knockin 'em lose at one time

That’s for all them hoes that don’t write they own rhymes

Repeat after me, 'Heather B, Heather B'

Lyrically, lyrically got all these hoes shook

What, you think you can’t get yo title took?

You are not the type to even hold on much

You rhyme but I write, you fuss but I fight

I am all the truth and you are all the fuckin hype

I don’t like no fake-ass MC

So any problems with that, you come see me

(Sendin kids back to the lab for mo' practice) --] E-Swift

(So recognize when you feel it) --] Diamond D

Now you can find me in Brooklyn but I’m a Jersey resident

The only sister station at the 54th Regiment

Heather (?) send me but I’m ghetto-sent

And I flips mad shit with the New York accent

Come at me if you can fuck up the other 53

And that wild nigga Walt got the heat

Up under the driver’s seat I know he got a long gat

And I’d be a fool to tell you were the other toolie at

So all y’all with weak lines and jammed nines

I see that you missed the point in my last rhyme

Take off yo weak-ass frown, you ain’t the man of your town

Yo nigga, I meant you when I said 'Glocks down'

Don’t ever force me to have to flaunt it

I’m sayin if I ever grow a dick you’ll be on it

I twist ya like a cap, split yo back like a dutchie

If you touch me, you can’t touch me even if yo touch is Midas

I’m as versatile as any nigga playin two sports

And all y’all brand new ideas already been my thoughts

Who wants the wrath of 50 niggas poundin that ass

I suggest you wave your flag and just call this shit quits

(Sendin kids back to the lab for mo' practice) --] E-Swift

(So recognize when you feel it) --] Diamond D