Look ,..uh..uh...uh..

I'll leave Xeon 'wishing he was dead when he meets' me then I bang till he bruised
this 'male groupie made a fan club'..and 'GraveYard the name of the crew'/

I'll torture you asswipe, shed up a 'female dog' on her period and and grind up the shit in food
slice you open and 'expose your insides'...'I can see the bitch in you'/

You 'to cocky' fuck nigga, point the Rugar to ya, your head blown and blood drowns dudes shirt
aww look..your 'brains left on the ground', leave your 'thinking' down to earth'/

smaking you silly til he parallel to the ground when a pair of shells moves around
from gun chambers you run shameless yellin, "help!"..who’s pussy now?/

A retarded kid 'tearing huffy bags' can make a better 'rip' than that
This mu’fucka so out of the loop, he thought ‘Tupac’ meant Arabic for rap/

fuck it...it's nothin...

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