Thank you, thank you
F R E - double-d - I E, I am flyin' like a bee
Bout' to hang you from a tree
It's 1984, killin' bitches for the low
Oh shit I just nicked some dope
Gonna smoke it like a ghost
Oh baby, oh no, listen to my flow go
Everybody want mo'
Sniffin' on some snow though
Cold like the tundra
I'm tryna' keep up unda'
Murkin' all these cunts
Smokin' on a blunt
Listenin' to my junk
Ain't this so damn fun?
Sucka' better run
Unless he want to be gunned
In the sun, with a mothafuckin' gun
Bullets weigh a fuckin' ton
See me you will feel the stun
No bitch, no bitch, what the fuck you know bitch?
Nothin' but the laughing of the fucking ??? death, bitch
No bitch, no bitch, what the fuck you know bitch?
This your final breath, ain't no mothafuckin' test bitch
No bitch, no bitch, what the fuck you know bitch?
Nothin' but the laughing of the fucking ??? death, bitch
No bitch, no bitch, what the fuck you know bitch?
This your final breath, ain't no mothafuckin' test bitch
No bitch, no bitch, what the fuck you know bitch?
Nothin' but the laughing of the fucking ??? death, bitch
No bitch, no bitch, what the fuck you know bitch?
This your final breath, ain't no mothafuckin' test bitch
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