safe to say that the hottest shit don't move me
 

why shop at the mall, when I can hit the gun show and cop the new oozie
no waitin' periods, no background checks
I'm from the era of LA gears and snatch out decks
ya'll talk that gun talk, I live that shit
ya'll rhyme bout punchin imaginary people, I did that shit
don't let the conspiracy talk fool you for a sec,
I'm hard body, god body, I give out sample beatings, come try me
king of the slick talk, I been that, no need in glorifying the real
type my address in your web address and log on to get killed
the gloves are off, the brass knuckles is on
I'll send you back to your corner and put yah momma on one
the end of the world is here, I'm just passing time with you chumps
before I go to my bug out location all you loose ends get tied up and thrown in the trunk
I fathered yah style, so now I gotta scold you son
you know how I know you pussy, cause you take pictures holding one
put the hymen on your roth niggas, I'm a boss nigga
the godfather that'll make Lux an offer he can't refuse, "you lost, nigga"
how yah hand game nice when aint no marks on em
how yah gun bust when the barrel aint got no marks on em
I go to war and leave out with no marks on em
a radical that'll eradicate and go Marx on em
the most ego driven ecocentric in this eco system
ergonomically equivalent to eugenics euphemisms
I get bent and go in, behind these bars I'll expose what you'd do in a prison
step into my realm where bouncing betties are around every corner
you'll get blown up, get the picture, the red room doubles as a coroner
you's a flunkey you fucky, my hawk's eager to break in where yah bones live
B and E's, that's before god reached in and tore ribs out for your whore bitch
serenate a toast with something with a honed tip,
serrated edge, bone grip, the same shit that I'll use to severe yah throat with
you text niggas sound horrible, no breath control, aint found yah voice
and you text 'cause recording sucks? nah nigga, you text cause you AINT GOT NO CHOICE!!!

drunken shots