iight lets go stubob yous a hoe muvafuka speakin all drama but dont blow muhfukaz only dem dicks, wedged between ya lip and tonsils repercussions from the vandals, i eat the beef 'cause it is maditory you cant ignore me if you do yous sum ignorant fluke giv you rights to regurgutate seein me makes you puke what the fucks all the rhymin about you in the game suttin like wheres wally, we cant see ya when you out spot dat bitch a mile away, with the doo rag, the chewed bag the fake hustlers dream, sell a few rocks but mostly fiend i do rap, the consequence its true dat i spit what i knew dat, you not dat crew dat ya wanna be man on me den its gotta be man down your entertainment, is my erainment yous the clown back at the basement, i got men to hand out dem facelifts get ya face split 'cause i am not time wasting just face it, co operations had its day now the games full of rappers gay rappers actors mostly being fake gimme the cake, light the candles and im lickin cream next year ambitionz is more focused with the same old team too many germs infectin by a thread i threat wiv listerine kiss the game goodbye im in that same old liquid green thermo, you want war ya turds tho shit ya out and flush, ya cant trust me if i think yous a lil bit pussy trust me, ill drop a gem on all of dese punks comin back with sum immaculate factual plan of action duck!! see us we on that ghetto vibes, stomach us i know its hard when ya hate overpowers the love so just lust you will never be, lethal like me i strip ya crew down, leave dem in they birthday suites how bowt you know your whole click is ridiculous, most dem bois hating you to cop at me you gunna need the swat team at the back of you its a craze when we step on the pave ment your face flushed, get dat beat down if ya dont got dat pay ment we the livest, you cant deny, you cant hide it we smile in the face of death face of death we bias yeye its a craze motherfuckers, when we on road, we keep shit locked tight and expose you hoes, depending on the circumstances, we make the nervous dance, rumour has it, u a bitch with a dirty habit, u stuck togetha, summit like romantic, you all birds of the same feather, keepin tight like an astmatic, my flows are hotter than heat, and urs are cold as the atlantic, its like u a fiend for fear , summit like a crack addict, im like the shadow of death, i'l follow ya steps, dont be holdin ya breath pussy, mans upto there necks, in all sortsa shit blood, 6 feet is the depth, Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com