bitchin n fussin...lyrics is wack just filled wit cussin...
i use my gat like hair brush across his head i'll brush him
back of the mac will gunbutt him-play him like a game of duck hunting
sickhead git slice by -slicklead-turn white tee's pitch red-when they notice he dead
no more blood shed, dats what mothers without sons say
they call me a weekly killer cause i kill from sunday to sunday
you may beat me yah summday-the way he lives on his knee's niggaz think he pray
son wouldnt spray-he neva let the ak slay- i would put u n the dirt to celebrate earthday

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300 J.G.... TSK