Letra de Moment of truth

Here we go again, prepare to meet your end
Just looked you up on Facebook, you have zero 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 background saying ´Wow, Bling´s got style´
I´m off the gold chain
If you´re a rapper why is Kris your backup 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 M.C.
You should quit hip-hop
Now be a good bus boy and go get your mop

Bling, you don´t wanna battle
You´re the snake without the rattle
You´re the boat without the 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

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 bust
So lightweight that I can blow him over with a gust
You´re weak like Seven Days, you deserve boos
You should walk around in some high-heeled shoes
You should rock pigtails and a skirt
You´re shaking in your boots
Are your feelings getting hurt?
Well, maybe I should hurt more than your feelings
Maybe I should rip the roof off the theatre ceiling
Maybe you should start kneeling his eyes are getting misty
You´re so wack, 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 pipsqueak
And when we´re on vacation I´ll let him house sit
Here´s a couple of bucks, buy yourself a better outfit

You know what? You don´t have a stack of cash or a flashy pad
I saw you last week driving a taxi cab,
Your secret´s 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, your persona´s a façade
The only girls you get are in the pages of a catalog
Here stands Lord of DaBluff
His lies were legendary till 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
´Cause 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 bus boy but you just got served