In my approach I seem to have taken and chose to walk through/
A wrong turn so now like a cockroach I'ma crush you/
I aim my four four at your door blast six more an see you end up on the floor/
I lyricaly beat ya ass an make you come outa battles sore/
I'd rather take a pistol than a pen so u ain't time to defend/
All one fifty of my men about ta send, ya ass to the reaper/
This shit jus gets deeper, like an anal probe victim from northa tha border/
The way he jus tore ya, a new anal hole from ya ass to ya scroter/
I tell you this now boy I'ma kill you slow/
My four four make sure all ya kids dont grow/
Reverse ya 'round blast through ya groin then start on ya hoe/
Give her somethin she's never had before, some pleasure/
I give that shit on a level you couldn't begin to measure/
So all the stuff you spit is like the pot at the end of the rainbow with treasure/
Imaginary vocabulary, weak punches and peer preassure from freshers/

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