[Hush]

Dre
Listen… It’s a crime scene whenever I’m around… dawg it’s alerting,
If you’re puttin on a murda sho, it’s wack gunbars w/ horrible wording.
You fake as fuck, come to a real hood & watch dude’ll just get flamed,
This faggot’s so see through, I’ll EASILY barium w/ out using an X-Ray.
It’s over when tech’s spray & my guns always known to crush chumps,
If we look this bird’s gun game, he shootin for high scores on duck hunt.
Listen; I’ll knock ya teeth out, ock. You gon’ learn my fist murder kids,
You got NO hands,
So if this lame EVER cleaned a clock, he’s performing horology services.
Just burn those scripts, cuz you a nobody – dawgz, niggas KNOW I’m sick,
& if we took a trip down memory lane, ya brains’ll be scattered all over it.
Hush; Why have me spar w/ the worst dude, my gun bars’ll just murk you,
This fag’s the softest thing to bear arms since the last charmin commercial.




Allen Knight
for a stack, i'll get ur son waxed, shanked & split hoe
once my team Paid in Full, they'll cut'em up worse then Money Mitch bro
all'em bars u jot are trash faggot, im killin fakes
ur Pendred the moment u start writin.. u'll get Wrist locked till it breaks
gotta 44 magnum aimed at ur skull, its lightin gays
sparyin till my Foreclosure eyes faggot & takes your fucking life away
show me my opponent slut, got twin blades killin ur boys
cuz'em Paris sharp & will murda the biggest nigga on ya team like the beggin of Troy
& ur chick always leaves lookin like a 10, da whore is nuts
ur bitch may Dress Up, cuz thats the way im pullin it right before we fuck
come at me about money, my glock makes this faggot hurl
i aint Owen nothin But a shell to ur face till ur blood line extinct like Jurassic World