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Uh, was smartmouthed and quick-witted
But somethin' was always missin' like six
Lucky probably poppa
Little nigga so they on him, hassled him
Things changed I hassled back, so
David hit the pavement this grapple rap
Snapple fact: you rather
While I am poppin' like a crack
So high you could see like Tallahass, the of cataracts
Matter fact I am Farmer milkin' cattle tracks
Action packed nipple squeezin', boy colder than season
Simple genius, go hard and bits of semen
So when the street is split, don't act surprised, with it
The Gang of Wolves and and Crips
Is as Dawson's Creek and shit
I pray got gills either that or grab some floaties
I know I got skills, why you think I'm boastin'
Braggin' tell these faggots to stop
Cause them Wolf Gang threw them off the bandwagon like

Uh, was always fucked up as shit it
But I didn't cross the line until the hit it, troll
I got you niggas nervous like flirtin' with Uncle Mervin
Fuckin' y'all no lubricant, go grab the detergent
I preach to demons at your church, now I'm the sermon
Wearin' nothin' but they fuckin' blast the matchin' turban
I drive through white in the black Suburban swervin'
Hittin' curbs and blastin' Erick Sermon drunk off 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 Miley Cyrus salad pussy platter they were servin'
My only purpose is to jerk it cause it has a
So hate to do me like it's convict community service
This my Zombie Circus, you better get a fuckin'
Odd Future Wolf like they're filmin' Twilight in this bitch

I'm on my sixty six sick shit
Flowin' like the blood out the competition's wrists
She lick it up, Dracula, then it back, back at ya
She mad as fuck, stuck in the of a black Acura
Fed her acid now the duct quacks back at her
Heather yellow feathers now you ain't laughin', huh

Bitch you're barely leavin' on the back of the boat
While I you up with semen from the Wolf Gang team and
Flowin' the creampie inside of your daughter
Oughta eat the bitch with salt and wash it with a gallon of water
I grab the saw and sawed of her arm and it
And dip her in gold molds and flossed the shit
awesome spittin' box of trees, got you niggas
Shakin' like it's Parkinsons from the of Kelly Clarkson's dick
Ironin' you niggas now it's to starch the shit
Drown your in a tub of cum and throw a shark in it
Find a random abandoned garage and go to in it
Find Earl lying on the carpet, pull my knife out, sharpen it
Stab him, put a arch on it, pour gas on him
Get the Zippo and the shit
Hop back in the van and then depart the
Killed him on his own track, the faggot shouldn't started it