Stranglethorn LaVale

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Creepy creepy smiley Slimmy
Got the blade I'm ready to cut ya throat
Diagnosed the devil, face turn white like you just seen a ghost
Point that shit at me that .45 hit your throat and now you choked
F*ck these god damn chips and f*ck that clock I'm buying fucking dope
Conjure up two bitches for the night so I can watch 'em fight
God was dead the other day and he's still fucking dead tonight
Turn the lights up bright so I can see you bitches glare in spite
Told the bitch I'm sober even though there's Xanax in my sprite

Double cup filled up with mud I ain't smoking no bud only smoking that glass
Soak a church in the gas
Soak the mass and step back
Tell your god to kiss ass and I'm striking the match
Pull up in all black then I blast on his ass
I ain't wearing no mask check the stats on attacks
Lay him down on the tracks tell his ass to relax
As I'm having a laugh when his bones start to crack

Rip that little pussy boy like he a musky
He lucky I killed him the blade was so rusty
Call me Bobby Dunkin
The feds up my ass like I've been up to something
Bitch I'm never running no I'm always chillin like it's fucking cool
I do not go swimming but still in the pool,
They see me and say boy who the f*ck is you
I'm that boy Slimmy that junky ass goof,
With choppas' that sing, With choppas' that boom
His body decompose then flowers will bloom,
He came to the west didn't make it past noon
That FN pop belly's like belly's balloons
I'm sinking pontoons
Bitch this is my river
F*ck FN's bitch I got arrows in quiver
You bitter ass bitch I got death to deliver
Slim eat a bitch and her daughter for dinner

Conjure more bitches to throw 'em in ditches
I'm summoning demons and asking for riches
I'm calling militia, I'm calling guerrillas
We clean out the locks like a hoe cleaning dishes
With Doyle at culvert just fishing
The same place ten bitches went missing
From killings that I do not know about
I highly doubt I'd bag bitches then throw em out
Then again let me think oh f*ck that might have been me
Pull 'em all out the water and let me just see
I can't guarantee, oh look at their knees
Stab all the cops on my feet then I flee
I cannot for see
You pussy boys coming for me
I make you fuckers all flee
I Make you fuckers bend knee
Hang all you fuckers from trees and count backwards from three

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