You could have punched my mom in her gut and still couldnt "da-fetus"//
Hearing shyt reign, Listen to us bleedin in'a
Never stopped to help Cause physically, Wasnt in need of it...//
Bar to bar killing, Like alcohol was a fuel to the fire//
Don't know nothin but hurt...cuz'I
Rip skin with this sidearm, shreddin your dream's Like barbed wires//
Wreckage is back again Back in the game, Not bein ashamed to the game//
Fancy lights Candle lit, Notta hoe could handle it, Cuz'Uh
(FAST SPIT)
Flippin'The bird, Shot the whole heard, Not a soul was scared....
2 click's, wad'nt finished, U tried when u was dared,....
Droppin' On top Like records spinnin -n- Finna destroy
Cuz hoe all you ever was, was daddy's bitch toy....
Im rusty
Laters