Fuck you.
U scared out ya socks, I'll make you walk naked cross a frozen lake
Chuck rocks, and count how many it takes until it breaks.
Gotta c'neck for the rifle, u won't hear it when it bangs
Kill u wit my homies strap, we call that a hood stock exchange
Think fajitas at the Chinese spot, the way my glocks spit
If it's beef ill'lift ya whole strip with these chopsticks
But fuck guns, I'm good w/ the hands if we have ta brawl
Pull a knife on me I'll reverse it an make the cut; like a casting call.
Fuck you. Ya girl? Crazy slut, pointed at you like "hes a fag"
Then proceeded to slide down more poles than confederate flags.
I'm grumpy as fuck, like an old man with a damn temper
"Dont step on my lawn!" or my bullets come across burning like klan members
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