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when i spit i knock lyrical competitors off tha chart
some people say raps crap
i say my "craps" art
I got 9 "9s" 10 "10 cals" 45 "4-5s" and im usin bullets up like they were dimes
i got money flowin,cars droppin their hood,spinner chrome rims ,oh man im feelin good
Beef with me in tha hood,will soon become war
walked up to my exs house,kicked down the door
slapped both her parents,stabbed her dog and called her a whore
IM A HUSTLLLLA BABY
my rhymin style is unique and untouceable its silly
how a broke kid can come from nothing to being big
like tha Beverlly hill billys
but im fucked in the head,i got suicidal tendences
with a homocial rappin ablity
genocide as my main objective and mat and patracide as a possiblity
but not fatricide,i wont kill my brotha.....
but im fucked up enough in this shit to take out my motha
BANG BANG BANG
TICK TOCK TICK TOCK
everybody jump when tha hand hits 12 on tha clock
and everybody with ya gun pull tha hammer back and just stop
when i hit my last verse let off a full clip of tha glock
everybody with a whore come, to tha dance floor and wipe off ya cock
LADIES!!!!!!
on tha sidelines not feeling this shit
im gonna make jump so much that this cd will skip
well this my last verse,if you got a gun in tha room
go ahead
Blast off that clip with a boom
(Gunshots)
I dunno how i did i threw thing together literally right now
would like feedback
thanks