![]() Say I got cancer, get dropped, take the advancement and run Who got fired from UPS for tryin’ to send you a bomb (special delivery) In cahoots with this nigga named Fall Out Von I’ve been a con artist since I was swimmin’ in water With the superintendent’s daughter, my brain’s out of order I got kicked out of summer camp for havin’ sex in my tent I’m ignorant, with the intent to snatch your rent I was straight until I got caught sellin’ em shaped I used to tell cats I sold weed and weight Run up in church and smack the preacher while he’s preachin’ While the bullets break your bones up like Christmas Toys Shoot up the household, even the young toddlers I love snatchin’ up playas, thugs and young ballas Run right past you, turn around, grab you and stab you ![]() I grapple your adam’s apple until it crackle Gruesome, and causin’ more violence than 9 hoodlums Reckless, come from behind and snatch your necklace Stranglin’ rappers to the point they can’t yellĬuz they crew is full of fags and sweeter than bake sales I don’t need a platinum chain bitch, I snatch Shaq’sīring your boys and your guns and get laughed atīitch smacker, rich rappers get their Jag jacked In Amsterdam we only hang out with hash ratsĪt a ‘Stop the Violence’ rally, I blast gatsīe your momma publishin’, get your ass capped Weed laced with somethin’, nigga pass that I called her a whore, spit beer in her face and laughedĪll bitches is hoes, even my stinkin’ ass momĪy-yo flashback, 2 seats, 2deep up in that ass crack It’s gonna cost 300 dollars to get my Pit Bull an abortion My DJ’s in a coma for lettin’ the record skip Special invited guest would be Richard Pryorįuckin’ your bitch in the ass with a tire iron Jackin’ my dick off in the bed of barb wire Plates expired, soon as I’m hired, I’m fired Slash your tires, flyin’ down Fenkel and Meyers I’m a compulsive liar, set my preacher on fire Son, you can suck my dick if you don’t like my shitĬuz I don’t give a fuck if you don’t like my shit Your life is ruined, you get socked right on siteĪnd even at the Million Man March, we gon’ fight I’m the type that’ll drink Kahlua and gin – throw up on the mic Niggas just afraid, handin’ me they bracelets You high and I make the president get a face lift ![]() Wit a fifth in me, when I guzzle Remi, I do shit on purpose I’m a black grenade that’ll blow up in your face My weed’ll hit your chest like a double barrel gauge They knew I did it, for havin’ blood on my gators Cuz once you’re hung from the drapes, it’s curtainsĭegrading, creating murders to kill hatersĪccused for every crime known thru the equator So when you find yourself wrapped up in the blinds, hurtin’ Grab a knife at the blade and stab you with the fuckin’ handle I light a candle and place it up on the mantle Stingin’ the fuck outta everything I come across in the halls I’m like a fuckin’ wasp in the hospital lost I’m like a mummy at night, fightin’ with bright lightningįrightened with 5 little white Vicadin pills bitin’ him So the rats can’t chew through his last pants Two pills I pop ‘til my pupils swell up like 2 penniesĪ young ass man with a trash can strapped to the back of his ass ![]() So you can suck my dick if you don’t like my shitĬuz I was high when I wrote this, so suck my dick
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