I don't know just some shit I've been fuckin with, lemmie know.


It doesn't bother me,
when kids try to holler at me,
You'll win the lottery,
before you slaughter me,

When these teens get outta school,
think they cool, try breakin rules,
But I tell these fools,
get some tools,
to repair yer broken flows,
an yer broken nose,

so save tha drama for Osama,
I got tha suicide bomba,
Strap dynamite to a llama,
Ride it to where I wanna.

Other rhymes lacks muscle,
but if we get to tussle,
I'll go off like jack russel,
Terrier,
But I'm more scarier,
And less hairier.
Risin from the deck like a harrier,
jump the barrier, over the fence,
slide past your defense,
cut thru the smoke, incense,
so cut the nonsense,
before my tone get intense,
and I lay you down in sequence.

See I come from the old school,
jacked up, violent, cold fool,
octane remain in my vain
and Soul with a hole filled with burning coal,
so keep an eye on your bankroll,
cause I'll stick my hand in your back pocket,
grab tha wallet, 911, you better call it,
cause a black mask bandit,
made off with your credit.
and bout to transmit,
myself thru mass transit,
You runnin’ behind the bus,
Shoutin’ makin a ruckus,
But I throw tha middle finger,
Over the shoulder so don’t linger,
Why don’t you just head home?
Count as loss your lost chrome,

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Y'all get the sickness when I spit the wickedness.