I'm so tired that i can't read I don't want you to give me advice Just close your eyes and listen to me I just want you to know that i think about you
I pull up in the Porsch (Porsch!) Got me droppin' off the baby at their cuzin jumpin' off. Niggas wanna take my head - but I be poppin' off. Saw'd off
] Tell me how do you want it: - the knife or the razor? You running? I'm coming to get you boy! (boy!) You can hide if you want but nothing can save ya
a toe-tag on your mark And rule number 11, you caught a body but you not a legend You better watch where you heading [Chorus] I don't like you, you don
and his men go hard all night Nigga you heard my bars, you know I got a bad mouth Furnished and customized, you know I got a bad house Game over, Afficial in here I
with But it ain't my fault you're a little bitch (Without yo click) Nigga run with the quickness (Get away quick but you'd best not slip) Better off with a bianca than get stuck (With
a dog baby, you know you know me I know you like the sound of the booms so lay the room I'm gonna break you off shortly in the hotel room I got some tables
and we all that I don't often rock and I'm a laureate I don't pull the punch you know I'm throwin' it freestyles I style on the mic and flex shell shocked
tell you all something I just wanna work it out, i want everyone to do their thing We cool First thing you should know is that i'm not afraid Every rapper
sir Sir do you mind if I breathe sir oh you do? Well excuse me sir fuck you I breathe slow, I'm running with these fantastic amalgams Painting casket
to me baby.) I really need to bust a nut. (You know just what I need.) She won't let me fucc. (Girl, you eatin' all my food, you drinkin' all my beer
G. Rap] I can't stand a bitch so I don't treat and I don't need 'em They want a niggaz cunt, so I just fuck 'em like I hate 'em Hoes wanna oppose, like
I'm way off I fuck parties up like Ferris Bueller on his Day Off So peep how I creep and how deep I dive with the Olde English crack just to make it live
cunts in the front with Hennesey and blunts Now what you want? She wanna get fucked all night long, bitch what's up? You know I got a tight song
flows that I design Blow your mind, bob your head until your breakin your spine I stack chips, mack chicks, now I'm datin a dime And wear my chain all the time just
the streets you can't crack as many heads as me I take beef seriously; I'd rather beat you with the mic than let you battle me with the rhymes you wrote
