Theres a slit between your legs, like ru paul u never know what to expect
you a reject, got kicked out your hood, por que hablas like a red neck
i make mince meat out your rhymes, talking bout i smoke, smoke/ i guarantee you aint never been high. I dont doubt for a second you'll blast, but i got fists of fury that will outlast, threaten me with hollow points, cuz like them all you do is make loud noise. Straight trippin on my set, u a disease ill blast you out like 50 cent, only diffrence i don't miss, ill go directly to your arteries.
Having you begging, please i got a family. But like Snoop said "whats your man got to do with me" put you on your knees, deliver silver sleeves, leave you dead on the cold concrete. But thats just my fantasy, i really wont waste my time with such a disease, a snitch is what, a dying breed.
aarrararghhggahgrhg im about to make this pimple bleed./
