Yo,
I've got allies & funds,
Bitches & guns
Puff that makes you pass out so you'll need stitches in lungs
Prescriptions of tums,
Large doses mainly for my ulcers
Tired of the challengers so I'm endin' nigga's pulses
My trigger remorses,
Locks up & my finger insults it
Jerkin' the clip back 'til it sparks & rips in2 the closest
Flesh gets roast to death 'til your back spasms,
I twist it with forceps...
Your mans is not hearin' me now his body is Mos Def
Set fire to doorsteps & retire your whole set
Make rappers stop movin' like rigamortis in roach legs
Get blinded by red lights every time you decide to approach feds
No scope for me, leave you tied with rope
Eventually you'll choke,
Hopefully...
Leave necks broken,
Wallets taken & fresh cash tokens
Gun in your fuckin' mouth silence before I blast open
Make you spit shine it, coke it up & sniff pipe it
Tell your bitch to clamp down her teeth,
Convince her that your dick like it
Every trick like to crush down & sniff up that Vicaden
Then get fully fucked to sleep,
I gut girly like the swiftest of lightnin'
Call me the thunder beast & the true definition of frightnin'.
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