No pound for wack niggas i keep em welterweight
U got a purple heart ill have u leaking welches grape
I got thé hell of kane leatherface with metal plated
Arms with rusty blades held In place with celluar tape
Shank Ya in ya throat till your last syllables drips the flo'
I spit the flows garunteed get more "ooo's" then triple o
Dude ain't in the know if he was in it the kid-a-know
That he don't got the know how to be considered dope
Quarter o'll have you bleedin quarts,
Have u feeling like you won't go free in court Armed with hammer if he out of order
In the court of law he'd probly snitch n get his chorus on
In war I'm last man standing like not picked on court to ball
War-ready I keep the morge heavy
Make ya nice day a Black Friday in war anything goes like store endings
To die better be born ready
Slap ya mom for not taking a rusty hanger up her puss to make your abort messy
Rapping ain't your fortay who ever told u that lied
U need a eye opener when my fist opens that eye
I got a crooked dick to leave ya bitch open that wide
You ain't coping at rhymes hope at least u coping at life
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