Kurse

today i was sitting at school actin' a fucking fool,
some niggas run up on me with a muthafucking tool,
pushed dem niggas in the cold school pool,
them niggaz thort they was soo cool,
some even say my verses will make u drool,

today i delt with a no-good snitch,
this punk muthafucker was a stank ass bitch,
puched him in tha face but there was a hitch,
the nigga turned around and threw his fucking fist,
got a grip on his head and gave a twist

all i heard was snap,
his niggas started fucking pullin gats,
but they were all little young cats,
i reached for my strap,
to blow this muthafucker back,

shot em with a 357 slug,
turned them all into itty bitty bugs,
stop with the kisses and hugs,

cause i got no love for stank ass hoes,
just like snoop said in 1994,
all u hoes just wants my doe,
and dont think im fucking slow,

see i sell gats of the mutha fucking shelf rack,
to keep all my niggaz strap,
only if u got the guts to pull the hammer back,
all u niggaz on planet is slack,
and all your fucking rhymes are wack
just like crojack when he wasn't black

never leave your crib without a vest
nigga, have u tooken a slug to the chest
my slugs are hollow point rip through your fucking vest
this verse was dedicated to u niggas who thought you was the best
dont forget tonight at 12:00 theres anal fest


was that shit wack?

FRom Kurse
(i aint never rehearse)