moment of truth

Bling: So here we go againPrepare to meet your endJust looked you up on Facebook, you have 0 friendsThis kid's a loserYo, he ain't even kissed a girl.You write her love lettersI buy her ice and pearlsSo how you like me now?Even Roxanne's in the backgroundSaying WOW Bling's got styleI'm off the gold chainIf you're a rapper, why is Kris your backup dancerLike an extra from soul trainI see your mommy and your daddy in the front row nowThey must be embarrassed for you broYou're not a real MC, You should quit hip-hopNow be a good busboy and go get your mop
Truth: Bling you don't wanna battleYou're the snake without the rattleYou're the boat without the paddleYou're the duck without the waddleYou're the horse without the saddleThe ranch without the cattleThe day without the shadowSon, I think you should skedaddleKick gravel, Sayonara punk,Arrive DerciWhat language do i have to say for you to hear me clear-ly?Adios amigo you're over with finitoThis clown couldn't wrap 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 sweepAnd now you look queasyI made him go mutePut your camera phones up so you can post this on YouTubeTruth's got a screw looseHe's terrified to bust[ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/moment-of-truth-lyrics-various-artists.html ]So lightweight that i could blow him over with gustYou're weak like seven days, you deserve boosYou should walk around in some high heel shoesYou should rock pigtails and a skirtYou're shaking in your boots- Are your feelings getting hurt?Well maybe I should hurt more than your feelingsMaybe I should rip the roof off the theater ceilingMaybe you should start kneelingHis eyes are getting misty,You're so whack if you were me you couldn't diss meKissy,Kissy Roxanne, Did you miss me?I'll take you out to dinner, After I've eaten this pipsqueakAnd when we're on vacation,I'll let him house sitHere's a couple bucks,Buy yourself a better outfit
 Truth: You know what?

You don't have a stack of cash or a flashy padI saw you last week driving a taxi cabYour secret's out and now they know, sportWe'll call you if we need a ride to an airportIn fact you could drop me off at home after thisThen you could take your couple bucks back, but as a tipYou're playing yourself like solitaireTelling everyone that's here that you're millionaireYou're not a baller, You're a phonyI bet your whole crew was a bunch of rent- a- homiesAt night you lie in bed lonely, Your persona's a facadeThe only girls you get are in the pages of a catalogHere stands Lord of the bluffHis lies were legendary, Till the Truth made him hushAnd what's funny is your truth is enoughWhy'd you have to make up money and the stuffI guess it's easy to play the role 'n' act hardCause you don't have the guts to tell us who you really areSo you can keep a trophy that you don't deserveI might be a bus boy, but you just got served