Won't take much for this bitch to see the pearly gates/
I pull a .22..... no wait... a .38/
A glock nine, an AK, to big for my pockets to hide/
My niggas pull tubes with a rocket inside/
You'll take 5 for ya team, somethin you prepared to do/
Marlboro Bullets, get addicted then inhale a few/
You better off runnin, chrome glock the rest nickel/
You get shot twice, stabbed once, not to be TECHnical/ haha
I won't stress you, you the least of my worries/
I ain't internationally known but ima BEAST IN THE BURY'S/
Yopu can come on and battle, but thats somethin lost/
While I shatter your dome like a pumpkin toss/
talkin bout 1 techs, they don't seem to bruise/
"Oh wait its 5", now you seem confused/
Ya ryhmes played out, ya schemes are used/
And you runnin, so that means the beam it moves/
Walk by with y chain tucked, bullets will give you brain fucks/
Different class cuz you garbage, not becuase u don't weigh much/
Its happenin here/
Ya casket gets closed just like the doorway to your rappin career/
Im done with this clown, now watch me go/
You and ya ryhmes both are as played out as the Cosby Show/ BITCH

HAAHA

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