sutin' to make you quit

my second rap:

It was warm enough to call it hot
but i never thought
it would make me stop
pop and lock
I'm calling my shots
never been better
except for last crop

i never wanna hang around
down the block
and i never found it wiser
to stop the clock, count the stock

if i was rolling down the street in my car
i'd be checkin' out the hotties at the local bar
never thought wheels could get me far
this town was built in side a little glass jar

the bitches ain't nothin
the bros ain't shit
i got sumethin' to make you quit
the bitches ain't sumthin'
he bros ain't tight
rollin' out wit me, you'd feel alright

i was walkin' down the drive
on my way home
kickin' at the rocks
talkin' on the phone
when i saw a hariy bitch bustin' out a drone
pitin' wit her tongue
like it were a trombone
wearin' down the vocals like sand upon a stone

so i laid my beat's down
rappin' in her face
talkin' 'bout her moustache
putin' her in her place
when she tried to reach back and slap my face
damn that girl was a Head case

i caught her chubby wrist
right in mid-air
swung it round her back and pulled her hair
punched her in the tummy
'cause bitch, i didn't care

holdin' on to her stank ass weave
i yelled back at her homie, said
"bitch you better leave"
i looked the cunt in the face and gave her the crazy eye
and it was enough to make the hoe cry

cuz bitches ain't nothin'
bros aint shit
i got sutin' to make you quit
bitches ain't somethin'
bros ain't tight
i would recommend you leave wit me tonight