Barber switchblade scar ya ribcage; I'm in the car with piff, battling me's an awful mistake
Had 'em feelin wavy off the bars I spit like Charly Wingate way before he even put out a single Harlem mixtape
Death's near, you won't see next year when my set airs them gats
I'm firin the led, put the iron to ya head and leave you lion on ya chest like Ed Sheeran's tatt'
Got ya'll dumbasses pissed.. they think Pun's back, each gun rap's legit
I got the pump-action gripped, dump atcha whip and have the scene lookin like an Hush accident
Dutch Master lit; make your guts spIash, I'm sick.. you couldn't see this swag ever
Remind 'em of the Holocaust when that shotty's drawn, plus the Thompson's long as the Cleveland Cavs' center
100 round clip; I'm knockin down houses with it, bullets flyin past where ya spouse's sittin
I'm 'bout my business with this pound I'm grippin; Aziz Shavershian, these shots'll lift ya soul up to Mount Olympus
Last edited by Mossberg Slim; 10-25-2015 at 09:16 PM.
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