[Quarter O]

To some nigga named "Cam"

I dislike your face, u got a face I want to rearrange/
Mr potato head .. missing his facials man/
When the potato on the gauge I’ll leave a nigga fried/
That’s a silent killer. This small fry got too much greasiness inside/
He kids meal. he comes with a toy/
He Isreal light. your strap is real like your bitch cum with the toy/
You can’t handle the job, your bitch a animal goblin/
Need percosets, syrup breath for blurry sex like scrambled channels you watched when/
you was young for me to scramble her omelette/
My chicks wouldn’t holler at O boy if he was Cam that’s from Harlem/
Got the cannibal ox, rip his mandible horrible/
with ur native tongue, catch this lick like stamps when ya card gets pulled/
I go postal till I’m sending kites postal/
I’ll kill-a Cam.... with a pink chochooo/
Nigga You fruity pebbles, you ain’t no unruly rebel/
I oughtta kill this pussy, for cutting in to my Booty schedule/
How I usually spend Saturday night?/
Not being a simp son, glove on stabbing a wife/
Don’t turn me back to the Old Jay(OJ) with 99 problems/
Before this bitch is one, the 9 deny all them/
Don’t be a X factor or variable/
to bury the bull, muthafucka im very able/
Got various goons, and they’re unstable/
With unstable chemical acid if there’s no where to take you/
Dissolve the body until it flakes/
No investigator like Dick Tracy to locate.. that’s a body without a trace/