![]() I don't see people, I just see dead things If I catch you, you dead, lay in the box silentĪnd send that coffin (coughing) to God, pray for my bronchitis You seen Guardians Of The Galaxy? You Groot, a nigga I would (wood) bodyīlack ratchets, nappin' (nappy)these hoes, it's too late for that Don ImusĪrm stuck in the shootin' position, aaaaw maybe it's arthritis Good shotty, he a nigga I prolly catch slippin' in the hood prolly Spark shit, I would like to play a game: Saw 6! She's a bitch that suck dick and she was givin' head outĮvery nigga I fuck wit' thorough, just check the thread count What I say? She grabbed on dicks and was suckin' 'em. Brizz mama was suckin' dick she was givin' head out. Brizz mama givin' head out, what I say? Brizz mama givin' head out. Brizz mama givin' head out, Brizz mama givin' head out. I mean, I'm not sure if you heard but that's how I spread the message Live, In Living Color and sit ya face on the table like the Head Detective ![]() Tonight, I'm ahead wit' weapons and I'ma leave ya head in sections I brought four of these bitches to Set It Off, we ain't robbin' banks Wait, wait, wait, correct me if it's my mistakeīut I kinda think he ain't climb the ranksīut ya makin' me (Jamaican) me wanna get uglier than Shabba Ranks Then get stuffed into a Mazda until ya mama stank I split you watch the guts fly out like when a Swisher openįuck whatcha mama think, you get ya mama shanked If there's somethin' in that shit you smokin' I put dick in ya mother mouth, when I fly down with the zipper open That'll get in focus, fuck who hot, Brizz the coldest Well it don't matter it's 12 o'clock, I'ma lift him up like we poppin' wheelies You got the iron cocked? Well you better strike when that iron hotĬause I'ma leave a hole in Will (wheel) on the side of the road like that tire poppedĪll you gon see is pieces of Will (wheel) stacked in the garage like a tire shop Why I'm battlin' you? Well it ain't no explainin' itįrom Ars' to Ill Will the fans see the bullshit and they ain't okay wit' it There's a lot of battles on this card, and this gon' be ya favorite one I know the nigga that taught you, don't forget thatĪsians at a restaurant and they scrappin'Ī simple walk thru can get ya Chin strappedīrizz versus Ill Will, it's gon' be a crazy Or the Wesside Gunn push ya shit to the side like Conway So how you want it? Ya jaw wired like Kanye? I'll give ya bitch a mud bath, it ain't a spa day He try to run and hit his head at the last minute like, "Oh I know what I was finna say." He decay if I lift the K, that's how a dentist play Tim McVeigh, I blow up shit where ya kitten play You act hard, but you still got some timid ways If you gettin' money than Ill all over Raw chicken like salmonella I will slap whoever, I don't care if I'm in the 'Yac, where ever You got kids? Well I'll hit ya son, split ya daughter, this a slaughterīurn his chest, stab his leg, this is torture Only if Heaven knew, I could make life merge with Tekken 2Įverybody buttoned up at the top and chess all open like a Cholo meetin' ![]() I will three-piece-suit you, schedule the service before the reverend knew The kickback throw Raw out the window like a police chase Watch her stroke my ego like a bitch supposed to Took him out his shoes before the blade: I'm Ezal stealin'! Ready to see Raw fish like a Creole feast! You couldn't stop this chopper with Neo feet I'd rather drink bleach for three whole weeks He got so many butts from the 12, they gave him statutory! You gon' see Ill in the cut like an infection! I'll have Raw all over New York like New York Freddie ![]() So after I sliced him, he still shot him: that's a buck-seventy-five! Off the first blast, I could merge cabs, have ya Uber Lyftīut he don't be listenin' to what I be tellin' this guy 45 under the bed, I'm cheatin' on wifey wit' a cougar bitch Why you be actin' so tough, knowin' you got that ho smell?Ĭomin' to the front like you gon' do somethin'.this ho frail!īlac Youngsta: you coulda brawled with money at the hotel We beef today? It better be USDA: fuck Raw!įor the snow, man, I'll have you lickin' blood, Raw! ![]() Head spinnin', left his post traumatic like a vet symptom Raw pussy: I ain't talkin' 'bout the best feelin' Get caught right in ya chest like Bill had on his jersey backwards! I don't care if y'all 30 deep, it's still 30 actors 38 Special, I could be in the Olympics.(*smack*) with this retarded muhfucka! Red dots all over his face.now he Rosenberg Rawsteen! And you nobody 'til somebody kills you: that's what Biggie taught ![]()
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