Uh, was always smartmouthed and But somethin' was always like six digits seven probably poppa Little so they picked on him, hassled him Things when I hassled back, so David hit the pavement with this rap Snapple you rather wack While I am poppin' like a snappin' So high you see like Tallahass, the opposite of cataracts fact I am Farmer John milkin' cattle tracks Action packed nipple squeezin', boy colder than sniffle Simple genius, go hard and spit of semen So when the street is split, don't act surprised, with it The of Wolves and creeps and Crips Is deep as Dawson's Creek and I pray they got either that or grab some floaties I know I got skills, why you think I'm posted Braggin' these faggots to stop naggin' Cause them Gang niggas threw them off the bandwagon like
Uh, was always fucked up as shit it But I cross the line until the bridge hit it, troll I got you niggas like virgins flirtin' with Uncle Mervin Fuckin' y'all no lubricant, go grab the detergent I to demons at your church, now I'm the newest sermon Wearin' nothin' but they fuckin' blast with the turban I drive through white suburbans in the black swervin' Hittin' and blastin' Erick Sermon drunk off English Bourbon I'm stealin' purses nurses I'm a crooked surgeon And treat the beat like sanitized nazi pussies, I'm a I'm while I'm masturbatin' and regurgitatin' From eatin' Miley Cyrus salad pussy they were servin' My only purpose is to jerk it it has a curve So hate to do me like it's convict community service This my Zombie Circus, you get a fuckin' ticket Odd Future Wolf Gang they're filmin' Twilight in this bitch
I'm back on my sixty six shit like the blood out the competition's slit wrists She lick it up, Dracula, then it back, back at ya She mad as fuck, stuck in the back of a Acura Fed her acid now the duct tape back at her Hello Heather yellow feathers now you laughin', huh
Bitch you're breathin' leavin' on the back of the boat While I fill you up with semen from the Gang team and Flowin' like the creampie inside of daughter Oughta eat the bitch salt and wash it down with a gallon of water I grab the saw and sawed of her arm and it And dip her teeth in molds and flossed the shit awesome spittin' box of trees, got you niggas Shakin' like it's Parkinsons from the clitoris of Kelly dick Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the Drown your bitch in a tub of cum and throw a in it Find a random abandoned garage and go to in it Find Earl lying on the burgundy carpet, pull my knife out, it Stab him, put a arch on it, pour gas on him Get the Zippo and the shit Hop back in the van and depart the bitch him on his own track, the faggot shouldn't have started it