younggadget
15 - 30


Ayo, young gunna' 5-5 stunna', nice detective work ya finally managed to find a tru C//
Now..take two paces bak, shakin in ya knee's runnith of piss, skittered tryna step wit me//


so chek it.....
Diabolical fluids strip my veins of holy water, im dehydrated//
Picture ur self wit me, ya laminated//
fuckin witta g platinum plated//
o how long i waited, so many times i catch ya keyin...'yo CJ wak'//
Now high security on da jet, im strapped witta heat, double packed, ammo strapped in my bak//
'wait' airline error, fasten seat belts dis Bandit bout ta be attacked//
here I come...
Lyricaly..i rather call-u-out in bitch slapped by da name 'inspecta faggit'//
Rappin used tunes, feedin off old lines like a trash heep infestin maggot//
antogonized by ur sought out disrespect i lay u down next to mine an soder//
Wannabe..follow instructions specificly, train like a sea-world otter//
family trees will stumble
pray to god u never settle down an grow a family//
discraced to a shame of terror i deface...urs truly destroy em un-candidly//
school's out for u...seem to be u think ur hardcore postin all-night-shifter's//
but ya verse...couldnt lift to a vert to battle mine, using holy spell lifters//
exorcist...head, ur spun ova ova again i tell u CJ dun fuk'd ur in-habitance//
Fukkin wit an ample gunna', i lay u down in a blenda , shredded up i drank u like past-tense//
set u-down, time to relax...ur down, laid up washed up stuck in a soft pre rinse//
pay da pentence to da masta of ya domain, tha one an only CJ//
body's i lay..astray, but urs i keep, joyously watchin remains decay amongst long days//
checkin watch
time to set u to rest, infestation i lay upon u witta marshall law, no free will//
Feelin like OJ, destroyin weak bitches wit no defense but fuk it, i let da blood spill//
couldnt flo wit J if i guarantee'd ya a "no battle bak"//
Y?..cuz ur DNA passed by on by pops left ya wittan empty sak//
what happens when ya live a lonely life, mother said fuk u an grabbed the crak//
Fuk a Jet, u like Amtrak, mangled in a versefull frenzy, de-railed an off ya track//
exhaustive it gets
Tired...sik of bitches battlin wit no street smart on how to pik up game//
Prostetic from the hood to there name, filled wit shame, claimin nada but false fame//
Only cummin was ur 2 second came, left witta drizzle sound off bitch yellin "sik"//
dun fukkin witta he-she-trik my avi run ya biz cus ya hoe...'penny' on my dik//
git....//
next//....