sick of dis shit lets get dis nigga....
Onslaught wit a muthafuckin grenade fool Called Body Count AKA Mitch Bade
If you aint heard Ho Boy Im da New sensation You just a slave to my Rhyme Plantation
Nigga uda type to get Jerked Like Pee-Wee...I must be clear cuz you cant see me
Mufucka its impossible to disrespect it....Im kidnapped ya baby bout to neglect it
He was so ugly when he was born his incubator windows were tinted
Atleast when my moms had me she meant it....U fuckin accident thats all you was
Ya dads A teapot and you's a tea cup
Fagot.... Get da name clear Ill move through some much snow they Call me Reindeer
Now Im puttin bricks in ya hood ya moms turned trick from a goody good
I even turned out ya lil sista works so hard on da block da bitchs pussy's blistad
And as for you, you know ya postion found by ya paps when dat fool was fishin
Yeah nigga you live wit da fishes you my kitchen bitch So do my dishes
O yeah i forgot to tell ya U already lost da battle cuz you cant swim you doggy paddle

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Johnny Riva AKA Get Familya :

R.I.P. P Cradle To the Grave