I was cruisin down the street, mackin the bitches//
goin about forty, and I hit the switches//
this punk nigga Terror comes up to me//
talkin some shit like he's an emcee//
so i decide I'm gonna spit some shit//
this motha fuckas probably gonna submit//
to my rhymes, because he aint got nothin//
i'll tell you somethin his lady spreads the lovin//
i gotta get lit before the day begins//
if i get the munchies, i'll eat some wheat thins//
because i love weed, and i have some planted//
it makes everything around me seem enchanted//
so come back later when you have some better beats//
go home motha fucka, you can't handle the streets//


Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Shit Man Yo Turn NOW NIGGA!

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