Moment Of Truth lyrics

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Bling:

You want this battle, huh? So you a rapper now? Oh, ok

Here we go again

Prepare to meet your end

Just looked you up of facebook you have 0 friends

This kid’s a loser yo he ain’t even kissed a girl

You write her love letters, I buy her ice and pearls

So how you like me now

Even Roxanne’s in the backround saying wow Bling’s got style

I’m off the gold chain

If you’re a rapper why is Kris your back up dancer like an extra on 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 bus boy and go get your mop



Cyrus:

Bling, you don’t wanna battle

You’re the snake without a rattle

You’re the boat withouet th 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 it in for you to hear me clearly

Adios amigo, you’re over with finito

This clown couldn’t rap anything but my burrito



Bling:

Kid, 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 bus

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, ha

You should rock pigtails and a skirt
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You’re shaking 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

Your 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 pip squeak

And when were on vacation I’ll let him house sit

Here’s a couple bucks buy yourself a better outfit



Cyrus:

You know what?

You don’t have a stack of cash you’re a flashy pad

I saw you last week driving the taxi cab

Your secrets out, and now they know sport

We’ll call you if we need a ride to an airport

In fact, you can drop me off at home after this

Then you can take your couple bucks back, but as a tip

You’re playing yourself like solitaire

Telling everyone that’s here that you’re a millionaire

You’re not a baller, you’re a phony

I bet your whole crew is a bunch of rent-a-homies

And now you lie in bed lonely
l;ade

Your persona’s a fa&ccedi
The only girls you get are in the pages of a catalogue

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

Cuz 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!



[Thanks to Morgan, Henry, Daijah Generette, Natosha Atkins for lyrics]

Thanks to fre for correcting these lyrics