All T-storm does is chit chat, back up, or I grip the Gat/
have your ass, stankin up, in the back, of my cadilac/
So joke, I let it rip, till I here that click/
then I just load another clip, and bust till your body goes limp/
thats how I handle my shit, kuz Imma muh fuckin PIMP!/
T be wastin my patience, he aint safe like homeplate/
he aint hype like me, kuz I dont play no fuckin games/
I hate to say, but your ass cant stay, no way/
your goin up in smoke, toke, hope and pray, I dont walk your way/
you aint on my level, im the Bass you the trebel/
I make noice, and cause trouble, fuckin wit me? kill ya on the double/
this verse is done, votes in, kuz T-storm WONT WIN!!!

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