Ayo,
The clouds come over your rover
Hopin' you'll choke by the roper
Fuck a dojo, you shouldn't temper mojo
Strapped a quatro clapper under the bandana
Huntin' deers, I've even hunted Mister Santa
Surrender like them weaklings on cancer
I'm the commandin' precense
Thru out the murder process
Make you suffer losses, a hazard
Tactics with bazookas do matter
Shatter your next man up, batter man batter
Toss up your liquids like salad,
No holograms but real battin' practice
Ripped with a diamond, I command Simon
Interfere streets like police sirens
Set on fire like nylons, not lyin'
Slide like Bison, hustlin' from Cali to Thailand
This your last lap on the track,
The last clown act before you on your back
I'll kill with my hood on, licensed to kill coupons
Son get your troops on, we'll discover a Treu Don.
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