Sometimes I get the tendency,to rip these niggaz endlessly,wit tremendous heat//
bodies lay wit skinless meat//
poppin k'z off in the street...24/7, I use the smith n' wesson for teachin lessonz when i stressin//
cave ya chest in wit no question, sewin bullets through they vest n' shit//
ima bastard, causin capital hazards wit this tech n' shit//
wrecc'n shit//
like a bull-doza,witta engine fulla doja,neva keepin my composure//
indecent exposure,closin casketz these twin 44z can get drastic//
askin coroners to wrap these niggaz in paper or plastic//
vapors of hash, embrace my grasp on triggaz when i smoke it//
when provoke-ted,waste a whole clip,ova hoe shit, cuz im load-ed//
gang devoted...if its heavy,metal,shiny,& chrome i'll tote it//
if i wrote it,then u know itz bout 2 be lit and exploded//
ready 2 rip shit, in an instant, nigga i spit this in linguistics//
leave u twisted, i getz lifted, by a fifth of that gin liquid//
wet ya bitches, let u witness, thicc incisions, no convictionz//
pistol whippinz flippin chiccenz, dyke'n bitches want the diccenz//
slit ya wrist right through ya mittens...then take a breath//
i open the doe, ya free ta go, but u cant take a step//
watch me fake my death, take a tecc and blast it at my eardrum//
i hear the beat from nigga deep then laugh cause pain i feel none//
IM IMMORTAL
just tryin 2 keep yall up on game
in the 805
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bodies lay wit skinless meat//
poppin k'z off in the street...24/7, I use the smith n' wesson for teachin lessonz when i stressin//
cave ya chest in wit no question, sewin bullets through they vest n' shit//
ima bastard, causin capital hazards wit this tech n' shit//
wrecc'n shit//
like a bull-doza,witta engine fulla doja,neva keepin my composure//
indecent exposure,closin casketz these twin 44z can get drastic//
askin coroners to wrap these niggaz in paper or plastic//
vapors of hash, embrace my grasp on triggaz when i smoke it//
when provoke-ted,waste a whole clip,ova hoe shit, cuz im load-ed//
gang devoted...if its heavy,metal,shiny,& chrome i'll tote it//
if i wrote it,then u know itz bout 2 be lit and exploded//
ready 2 rip shit, in an instant, nigga i spit this in linguistics//
leave u twisted, i getz lifted, by a fifth of that gin liquid//
wet ya bitches, let u witness, thicc incisions, no convictionz//
pistol whippinz flippin chiccenz, dyke'n bitches want the diccenz//
slit ya wrist right through ya mittens...then take a breath//
i open the doe, ya free ta go, but u cant take a step//
watch me fake my death, take a tecc and blast it at my eardrum//
i hear the beat from nigga deep then laugh cause pain i feel none//
IM IMMORTAL
just tryin 2 keep yall up on game
in the 805
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