Clowns...
Ayo,
Y'all shook ones,
Havin' a mean look but remember my beef's only cooked once
Cologne and chains
Ima crook son,
Makin' you shake and then shiver with punches punctuatin' your lungs
Then the liver wrecked like trippin' on liquor,
Connect this sword tip to your hip and slash thru this figure
Sowed my stitches back,
Alive!
Punches kickin' in,
Let us meet on a sidewalk
A Inglewood tightrope
The path is narrow,
You overdosed?
On the contents of my dome
Go wave good-bye to those high hopes
And open the package...
Behold the eyes of a savage
Clashin' Ak's and daggers,
Feelin' like my mic is this craft that I could crash thru the planet
I'm a machine minus the control panel,
A Rottweiler tearin' up the whole kennel
I'll smash your brains out thru your nostrils,
Ex is muther fuckin' Stone Cold and your a fuckin' fossil
Kerosine plus a light...
Got your corpse rottin' beneath the crust bottom
I'll be at your funeral bitch with blessings and blossoms,
Screamin' Trayvon for life.
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