My dick in your bitch don't deny
While stick on my shit like a fly, ohhh me ohh me ohh mi!!!!
Why the fuck, this game wanna screw me/
At my label meeting's, say-my-greeting, then show'em I came with at toolie(gun noise)
Cockin a nine while u dropping a dime
Groupie love, fake friends, and world tours what i got with these rhymes
You pull a gun? i pull a knife there's no stopping this guy
Or break a bone in to arm for me octagon's-fine/
Cage fighter my rage hyper!!!!
I write it down and venomous lyrics jump up of the page an bite ya
What the fuck you thinking/ these punks is slipping
There's no such thing as freestyles now they all come with written
I'm n point like the tip of a knifedick in your wife
Living-to-fight/ that dust got me disillusion pulling stick ups at night
Fuck a chick so hard her pussy start tof art
And that bitch feel the vibrations like old Markly-Marl
We live so filthy that the dirt gone stay
Your girl blow my brains out like Kirk-Cobain----mannnnn!!!
Fuck my ex bitch and everything she telling me
Duckt-aped, dudes upstate beat three B-felonies./
I could have went to bing for many-years
I'm god! shed fire burn my face with every-tear
Me? I'm nothing to play-with/slut
You're a disgusting bitch under them fake-tits wind up 1st up on my rape-list
I dont need pussy forcefully
Cause they all wanting-me my dick? they pray to its authority/
I'm a grown ass man looking Eighteen
man i took the A-team/shit on em, wound up back in central booking with 8 fiends
And they hid a crack pipe in the cell
We all live a wack-life-in-this-hell rap-right-till-i-fail
Failure ain't really an option from here to Compton
They snorting molly dust mix with Oxycontin
No surprise party here I rip shit then spoil-it
So hold my dick, like when I'm pissin in the toilet
Or on the street, dont give a fuck how we act be
Piss up on the summons and the cops if they catch-me/
hahaha all them toys is through
Imagine me or IG giving a fuck for them boys in blue
By the way this is that raw shit that fuck a dirty shore shit
That dirt up on your face and in your pores-shit
You talk a good game but to stupid to do it
And right now you listening to funeral music
All these rappers got me pissed off kid's soft
like Rick RossRocking lip gloss in up in a pink porsche
The internet got kids trying they luck
Cause this beat right here defines grimey as fuck!
Shouts to Al Tarba I'm through with this
So CALL ME JESUS (HESUUUS) WHILE I'M BLEEDING OUT UP ON THE CRUCIFIX!!!!
al tarba im thru-with-this
so call me HESUS, whiler im bleeding out up on the crusifix
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