ya know it had to be sheist xl up in da place
so stop frontin cause you kno i onle bang for the face/
and if im lying ask ya man hell tell u how it taste
they couldnt soe his jaw so they trying using paste/
if im high then it had to be off the purple haze
cuase all i do before i make a track is blaze/
but i stay wit 2 heaters and maybe a toast
we gone blow ya block up and then we gone toast/
so when u battle me dont choke or dont croke
stop thinkin that my bullets aint tearing through ya coat/
yous a banger my little sister will slice ya throat
and my moms would nicely put ya body in da boat/
you talkin big nigga who is u follin
i bang nothing but hammers so that makes me a toolsman/
now dont act stupid and dont get my thesis
we crucifie u body now u known as a hood jesus/



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