Jean Claude Van Damme

[Verse 1: SLAYTER]
Cold Game cause the game dirty
Got like three sturdy working 7:30
Ain't it crazy like three stories
Bought a new .40 that's another story
Pray everyday so I never worry
And I'm hardcore like it's February
My girl in the mirror she getting ready
We just fuck around we ain't going steady
Turn a nigga brain into spaghetti
My nigga quiet but that nigga deadly
Blessed tatted across my belly cause
The way I live I should have died already
I talk to my Pops at the cemetary
Told me that I'ma die legendary
He said keep my foot on they neck
That I could've died in that wreck
He said that he is watching over me
This isn't rap this is poetry
I remember they ignored me
Nowadays they can't avoid me
I don't peel off I ride four wheelers
I'm with the killers and dope dealers
I float my bitch down to Florida
My other bitch flew me to Georgia
I keep my bitches in order
Not really kinda sorta
I put that dick in your daughter
She was begging me to raw her
A lot of niggas they adore her
Truthfully they can't afford her
I may put her on the market
I used to hit on the carpet
I ran up in your apartment man I had to do it I was starvin'
I was hungry I was buggin'
Man I had to sin like Budden
Say you had my back but you fronted
Swear to God these niggas not