.. keystyle.. who want it? (no indirect)

[corleone]

Yo..

who dare steps to cor?.. I'll mangle his frame,
throw him in a figure four as I strangle his brain/
I handle the gauge and blast it..
Shots rattle his back,
Leave em' shaking Ali after a match/
I'll run through his pack,
Just me.. dolo and mask on,
Like a lone wolf looking for something to snack on/
And you know me.. ya boy Cor love to eat,
Big boy.. my two nuts hug the streets/
I fucks' the beat.. no rubber, pen and pad,
she (the beat) nutted on the sheets (pages) and gave birth in the lab (studio)/
I'm thirsting to trash, anyone who lures in my path,
and put his face on the floor, like dirt on grass/
.. comedian, I joke but sure don't laugh,
And if I do, the joke came in purp or hash/
Leave em' nervous.. my whole team on his ass,
Had him twerking.. in tears, for some measly cash/
Straight gangsta.. I'll kill on any day of the week,
and leave a nigga amphibious looking, the way I cut in his cheeks..