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the free-throw line and bang
Now, I bust and crush tracks, nothin' really changed
Except, twelve-inch scars on my body
What I mean by that, I was hit by some
to rest type?
(What?) Women, we swimmin in 'em, like batter
I'm bony, he fatter (Watch it son!) My bad Pun
I'm havin fun, playin with my Kiss side
niggas get chalked like hop-scotch
On my block
I'm in ko-hoots with what's goin on
Take me out the hood but the hood will never leave me, I'm holdin
like me don't want to hear that shit so do what the fuck you been told
[chours]
I smoke by myself
I drank by myself
I fuck these hoes by my got damn
hate as I'm
Drowned in self-mixed drinks
Drunk, high, I can't even see out of my eyes
Lie, tryna find the truth of what's this life
Keep out emotion,
So stigetty step up and get your nostrils damaged.
Shootin', lickin', bustin', sprayin', all of that,
And then some, dead, dead, dead, one by one.
crafted
I'm another deadly venom style to be mastered
By a psychopathic, way beyond an average
Joe, with a hellafied flow, there ya have it
What's that
since hangin' by the seesaw
Niggas think bloodin' is a fad, on crip
Got my real blood homies lookin' bad
I'm a g from the floor
All the way up to the LA
cereal, or oatmeal?
What the fuck's in the bowl, milk? Wheaties or Cheerios?
'Cause I'm takin' a shit in 'em, Kelly, I need reading material
Dictionary
that's what you get
when you leta nigga lick that clit
do you like it? (yeah)
want to a nigga to bite it? (hell yeah)
from the ceiling
To the flo
me (surprise)
They sayin nothin cause they know I'm bustin'
What's up then I'm cuzzin the money's on EE
The niggas who go talk the most don't do nun
find I spiritually define nigga, rhyme killa
I'm the purer from Missour-a
Quick when I rip shit trip this animalistic, fuck Ace Ventura
By the power
the Taz
see Murder been known to keep the rocks up in the skillet man
Waitin on a kilo they eight I'm straight you dig
What you need ten
the world
Cryin' that life ain't fair
I grew a pair
Went and dyed my hair
Took off my skiddy underwear
And a birthday suit
Is what I'm rockin' now
DM with
that I crafted
Open up a deadly venom style to be mastered
By a psychopathic, way beyond an average
Joe, with a hellafied flow, there ya have it
What's
the only ones who up at night
The moon will illuminate my room and soon I'm consumed by my doom
Once upon a time nobody gave a f***
It's all said and done
day
Tryna secure the fuckin' bag
I don't even fuckin' sleep
I work so hard I cannot breathe
This drive is what separates me
I'm grindin' while ya'll
these dude
Yeah we could jump 'em and check em, by sprayin' techs at these fools
Make it to trial, you don't win, indirectly you lose
You bad, makin' that
Ay, nigga pass me the blunt
(Go get the fuck outta here, oh shit)
Ay, pass this over here man, so we can just ciph you know what I'm sayin'?
Ciph,
When we go to war, we make the evening news
Fuck it, I'm just doing what I need to do
Grab the whole load, I'mma keep a few
We have the same dreams,
those
Unloadin' clips, I'm sprayin' at your kinfolk
She ask how I did it, lil baby I don't know
Sendin' packs out, Ima re-up like pronto
Fuck her to Drake
a bogey," "Marshall, I'm on the way"
Canibitch, oh, Canibitch
Wherefore art thou, Canibitch?
Please tell me what happened with
That style that you were
hit"!!!
I'm just playin, I clear the croud out
Like a peppa can sprayin
I throw lightin out the arms raiden
Go guard your pray
Next year I do nothin
come from the p's I'm ridin' with work, four pounds in the truck
I keep sprayin' Febreze Windows cracked with the strap on, I'm drivin
with ease Money
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