yo yo yo, check the flava...



listen, the murders I murder be unheard of, I'm sick wit it, its hard to scream or even open ya mouth when my dicks in it/
so why is you rappin, you should be try'na find pops...I'd help you, but I dont know nobody at I-HOP/
I'm the commander and chief when I handle the beef...if "lil" man standin to me he gonna get handed his teeth/
I'll make you wish you didnt spot my 04' matic, have you known for no jaw wit dome all splattered/
and I keep cool moves specific, I see through ya pimpin, ya not a man when ya jewels I'm liftin/
listen dunny, I can get you stuck for money...ASSHOLE, isnt that so fuckin funny!/
I hear you bitchin, you wanna go and scrap kid? look at you...I got a fuckin hoe for that shit/
deuce aint no game, you wanna start war, you can be sure I'ma reach for my daddy top drawer/
so stick around while I stick-a-round to ya, how do ya react when I put ya back through ya/
see as soon as I pull a clip, flip the bullet it rip, dude aint hit...nah faggot you full of shit/
you can pretend that I wont snip you buckin, just dont ever forget who fuckin dick you suckin/
and to end it, I aint even touch ya corner...but you runnin like somebody went and fucked ya daughter...thats deuce