Testi:
Trap Them Fucked As Punk

the mud maybe it's the ethic the lack of a pattern the thrill of the kill from the hunt that we build then again, it's all perspective so put your fucking

' man you just not knowin' damn these niggas got me fucked up aw what up Abstract Rude rap dude ain't nobody fade the fresh coast you know them Heavyweights

N' My Boss Hogg Outlaws. We Boss Hoggin' This Went Out To Every Nigga In The Motherfuckin Trap On The Corner, With Them Blocks And Them Motherfukin

goes my mother As I'm rolling, I'm hitting my switches Looking for the punk ass, sons of bitches I found them, before I kill 'em, I said you fucked up

fuck them placks Aint on no beef shit, but its still fuck the rats And when I'm in New York, I set a bunch of traps Put the g's where they can see it,

times, Cuban Link verse yo Check out the rap kingpin, summertime fine jewelry drippin Face in the box, I seen your ear twitchin As soon as I drove off

raise hell and bail and brag and sag or beat down for ya flag Cos if you is or you ain't a gangbanger Keep one in the chamber Cos you'll get them thangs

steady fuckin Fuck that, not the one that's gonna fall on no hoe trap Ease back bitch, before you need all your teeth back.. .. I ain't no fuckin mark

til ya wait And we gon' show them people what it really is in the A [Hook] [Killer Mike] Straight from Atlanta, the hog hand-ler Grown folk trap, scramb-ler Knee deep, means to get them