This motherfucker makes me, talk 'bout ass and dicks
Just an English bitch tryin to spit but sound shit
Get your gay mind off of men and their asses
Your jackass crew is in the process of gettin' blasted
If a coward dies a thousand deaths, you must be a death millionaire
That's the only way you'll get millions cuz right now you can't afford to clean your hair
Poppin' pistols poetry preachin' your death, smacks to your gullet
Try to stop me my berretta stopped your thoughts crush you with my wallet