ill roll through Neighbors hood in a gran torino gripping the oozie
 

But it ain't a fair fight..
cause hes holding the same guns that Clint held at the end of the movie

I'm over this shit. My strap can make a ghost of you kids.
While neigh is kicking chyeahhh out the car cuz the strap won't fit over his chin

Super fail for chinemax

Ill plummel and bruise fig..obsessed with another dudes chin
Ill send a team of have nots at this half knot and tie up this loose end

he speaks....
 

Hows your family doing..you know...the ones that were so oppressed by che and all. you send them those Jordan's yet fam?

http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GtK_xHRYyw...se+beard+1.jpg

Chyeahhh tackles conspiracies, like what connects his chin to these Egyptian kings?
But homie, you're out of your league with that missing link.

They in miami doggie... I does that, grown men shit

My jordans shine like a motherfucker, u know those u wish u had on ur feet, that mint shit niggaz kill for, that shit on my feet nigga
Holler

he speaks....
 

Lmao at you talking is.this grown man shit and you sound like a teenie. Youre in your second third fourth childhood.

I keep the dick on my Palm. Call me dick Palm Samuel
I keep the dick on your mom. Call me dick mom Manuel.

See I have them cuz I like them and I can

I've accomplished my goals and live happy

U however live in constant fear, u don't let ur kids enjoy their childhood with ur psycho bullshit, do u know what it is to be happy?

But yo that shit on my feet straight heat

I lol'd, fig

Ill blat the fluckin Nbiru drones with rat mother pheremones,
fluck yah whole life up w/ bad threads like gas oven trailer homes

Get lit up by my spit, punk. My ether'll leave'a cherry on your soul.
I'm roasting these kids flowing like this. Neigh' just wants to know if their parents know they smoke.

foil foil tin Reynolds wrap kettle black
The real conspiracy's spoiled when I peddle cash for pebble crack

Gave your mom the STD. I mean that super thick dick!
While you were in the room, but off to the side like super script print.

Son that's a seventroople metaphor

Chyeahhh and Neigh, one car, sharing played gun bars
Talking bout actors, you more like Sharon Tate, cunt tard
N u'll share her fate when I take a knife and tear away your lumbar

Eating meat out of paper bags. See me with the laser gat
Drive by while at the same time jacking off. That's gay, I'm fat.

Better than anything chyin ever wrote