@cook @Big dikk
I don't really wanna a cut a guy, listen you a sucka, why
cause you getting bodied on the web like a fukkin fly
nikkas wanna play all stiff, till the AR spit
to keep it mellow, this my Jr Smith
matter fact when im cockin the glock boy, you popped boy
leave ya face lookin like mase with the lock jaw
bytch, got you pissin ya jeans, im hard headed
cause i dont stand for shyt like christopher reeves
and you call yourself big dikk you prolly on some kid shyt
like hey i fukk mad bytches and you never hit shyt
frontin with the nookie, hittin thick chicks ya dikk slips
and got them lookin back, rollin at ya limp bizkit
you fred durst, with less perks, yes jerk it gets worst
I told the cook bring my food alive, not dead first
ill carve him at the head first, ice pick, prodigy
leave this rookie on his side lying in a red shirt
it's game time baby, come up with ya best plan
you dead man, if I catch you sweatin like a headband
bustin at ya egg plant, lead blams, red ramps
tech jams, blacking out like redman with a head cramp
you gon die one day fukkin with A fam
the writings on the wall, better duck when i spray cans
fukk out my way fam, ya bars type weak
swingin hard with no reach, you be punching like Ray Man
look, I hold the shotty proper, like a PC
aim it at ya window, gon need more than a pop up blocker
I keep it poppin, jammin nikkas when i drop a grammar
and im a big dog, you a fukkin cocker spaniel
I keep on droppin bangers, rockin every spot bananas
nikkas say he beatin me, shyt is fukkin propaganda
akademik, none harder
nikka fukk smack, imma clip ya here like one barber
and no funny raps, that a get napalmed
that skit a get you murked in ya hood nikka, trayvon
skittles, trayvon, fukk it with the 8th drawn
i'll wave it at you like a good neighbor, no state farm
hopped in the coliseum, not the URL
this nikka started running from me like you are hell
cause you know I stack W's and you are L
so talk back and get smack like the URL
girl said ya mic was soft, so i'm creepin on ya Ex Box
waived at her, hello, she queef'd from my head bop
G'd her with the mind craft, seat her in the red drop
and forced her head down while speedin to the next spot
i make ya breath stop, one in the clip
after you smoked it's ya kinfolk i'm coming to get
fukkin ya sis, bummy bytch she be tonguing my dikk
and I think ya pops sweet and ya mothers a bytch
fukk every snitch that you hustle wit, thuggin n shyt
If D try it, I drive by them and i'm drummin the smith
Detroit, drummond, smith, you run with a click
do like hummus and dip for I come on ya strip
or I catch yo ass in 10 years, chillin on a porch rappin
wifey in the kitchin baby daughter in a corner nappin
run up on you crackin jokes, stab while you started laughing
drag you in the living room caughing with ya organs spasm
grimy nikka, wifey face down toward the matress
doggy addict, beat it up till we tore the mattress
every time I throw it at her, catch it like i'm quarterbackin
surfin like a water raft, shyt is getting pornographic
soft gasp, heavy breaths, orgasm sorta graphic
autograph ya whore's ass ya daughter gon record the action
film it like a horror show, or a joke
throw a bar of soap at ya daughter in her dora coat
jab her in the torso, then i'm going for her throat,
dangle while I strangle, she be tappin like a morse code
read carefully lol
#Bars
