a J Fuck a bitch and a hoe like every day The magical thug, Califa Thug Silencer is smokin the bud I put the nine to the eye Just to show there is no
da Call O' Da Wild, mother(fucker) whatcha want? [Chorus x4:] My head's in a cloud of smoke When I choke upon the lye, air-high (We flow eye-to-eye
how I'm a thug maybe From a drug baby I need more than just a slight high I mean father I'm blind out my right eye Don't mourn and cry Cause we were born
In bare-knuckle boxin', speed is the object Weavin' and dodgin' with defensive blockin' So in the ring, you cannot win The top ten become nine dead if
I know these two fly chicks, that used to be legit They said they don't like niggas no more, and plus they hate dick With all due respect they wanna love
A head ringa, stuffed in sidewalls of frenzy Back the fuck up, cause I'm stimmi off the Remi A semi bloodshot eye, donkey dick of nuts Every cut, I split
freestyle rhymes" [x4] [Chino XL] Yeah, yeah "Fuck that!" Fuck out my face is your best bet Your career is George Burns I can't believe you ain't dead
to first and I'm a-hunted and a hoe I know The man is going to come and throw me in the cold Tears in my eye as I'm thinking of place to stay While I'
necks and break arms and start storms But you couldn't keep warm ya trashed your uniform I dragged the ball, the chain was a weapon so But I was in the eye
creep In all black, your last words on your Primeco, "I ain't comin' back" My whole family is full of killas I ain't gone even lie It all started from the God's eye
, watch you with my Gold-Eye Dealin' with snakes thinkin' they so sly Most of them is pussies but have never been between a hoes thighs You can hold my, dick
have none Found it in the sun on the floor next to my gun Next thing I saw was the gun to my head Now the lead will make me dead, and yo this is what
diseased, that's dis-eased I got a bitch named trigger, my main-squeeze will make your brain freeze Dirty D is dope like cane [Eye-Kyu:] Remained eased
the murderous chalices...TOUCH THEM! Now, drink and swear ye of the whale boat... ...DEATH TO MOBY DICK!... [Crew of the Peqoud:] DEATH TO MOBY DICK!!! [
We're gonna set it off one time (Ready to rock rough rhymes) Here we go yeah yeah (Yo P yo D why them bitches be on your dick let em know son) [Verse
[Chorus] I've got a bullet in the clip so what ya want? I've got a lyric I can spit so what ya want? I'm giving bitches good dick so what ya want? Hey