Yeah, this about to be the bloodiest outcome We about to disembowel, then gut ’em and scalp ’em You’re gonna pop the heat or get the Glock and goī#tch, if you shot a tree, you wouldn’t pop the trunk Homie, you not a G, act like you got the pump You rather opt to flee, you need to stop it, punk You never buy sh#t, all you ever cop’s a plea No stoppin’ me, you’re on a window shopping spreeī#tch, you probably go broke at the Dollar Tree You’d be a fitted, so don’t act like you’re fittin’ to snapī#tch, I’ll pee on your head, like a Philly’s hat (Ha Ha) ‘Cause I got so many caps, and you don’t have any straps Your #ss is grass and I’m not gonna graze you So you won’t leave me at your scathe, with a few scrape wounds

Spray you as these shots penetrate through Dre’s boothĪnd goes straight through your grapefruit, no escape route It’s sour grapes, I still whine, I’m the best seller Like adult diapers for men, even when I’m rappin’ less stellar You hyperextend on me, this game’s life, it depends There’s no place I never been, but I never budge and I never bend I would like to pretend my mind’s a recycling bin The mic’s a syringe, it’s like a binge, Vicodin The cypher begins, I’m talkin’ smack like her#in ‘Cause without a second to spare, I’m strikin’ againĪnd when the beat is up my alley, I go right for the pins It’s a misframe, but I slit like the five and the ten I describe it as bowling (Why?) ball hard (Ball’s hard) They call me Dawg because I’m barking (Bark, bark)Īnd I got a lot, yeah, like where cars park No bite like a tree mostly just all bark, arf, arf Like Hallmark at Walmart with a small cart buying wall art Or they’re gon’ give me the needle like a vinyl scratcher Or any other planet, that’s a world of hurtĪnd I won’t buy her designer, ’cause I don’t panderīut I’m back with so many knots, I need a chiropractorĪnd this the final chapter, ’cause I’m either frying after Make me fall in, there’s not a girl on Earth What the **** is love? That’s a dirty word Then go eat some worms, like the early bird I said, “Hut, hut, hike your skrrt, skrrt” This chicken hit my phone, she said “Chirp, chirp” ‘Cause this is murder, murder and you get murked, murked I’m so far passed the bar, I should practice lawĭuke’s a hazard car, and if you could dogs My dick is coat check, she want to jack it off I’m at the mall, got your b#tch in a bathroom stall So call me Santa Clause, I got the present, I out-rap them all Of killing rhymes which is really childishīeen givin’ y’all the business, D.R.E and me Homicidal vision when I’m spitting like this I sit in silence in candlelit environments My palms brush across my pants, I wash my hands Which is a small price for Lysol wipes and if Sanitizers of all types, brands, cost nine bands The time I pass with flying colors, like I just tossed my crayons

It’s like a giant getting squashed by ants Inhale as much carbon monoxide and exhaust I canĪnd doze off like, but odds like that with these thoughts I have I’d probably pop five Xans, go in my garage, start my van ‘Cause I have this target on my back (Ew, yuck)īut if I ever double-cross my fans and lost my stans It’s like fallin’ on my back in a tar pit I think they’re gunnin’ for me, it’s startin’ to feel like that So here’s some more sh#t for you to complain about, I say theīars that never smack, but always get attacked Hate I’ve gained about the same amount that’s in my bank account ‘Cause if I do, it’s see you later, alligator, made it out the trailer Sit on top the pile, got me sitting on numbers like a pocket dialī#llsh#t, don’t make me get that croc a dial It’s obvious that it’s impossible for me to be beside myselfĪnd I’m ’bout that capital, like a proper noun So all this talk about I’m lost is preposterousīecause if cleanliness is next to godliness,

Plus, the potty mouth, I’m not about to wash it out, the filthiest ‘Cept I want a fiend, the Alfred Al, channel him like the Panama Canalī#tch, I still get the bag when I’m putting garbage out That’s why there’s parental advising every time I drop Like it’s the only one I got and my thoughts are like knives cockedĮvery lines I’ve seen perverted it’s mine got Went from punching the time clock to getting my shot Overkill, like a pipe bomb in your pine box It’s Music to Be Murdered By again, why stop? Make sure it’s all there, then call the pallbearer I throw on my tux, then I give zero ****s, I give it an extra swipe with a Lysol disinfectant wipeĬoronavirus in effect tonight, Antiseptics on deck, I got every type

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