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Uhh, yeah, my conference calls Los and Kino consists of
(Nigga, tone it down, there's way too killin')
Of course I 'em, a poor man talk
I don't give a fuck if I my poor fans off

Pathetic war done my brain
And changed me now I'm angry
So fuck a metaphor, hip hop, hip hop sucks
You got, niggaz on top swingin' from nuts

It's like, I could go in the lab and try to
Somethin' nice or bright
But I be holdin' back my scripture's in the dark
Deep soldier inside my soul
Uncontrollable temper The Hulk's

My don't like my album, it's way too dark for women
She say it sound like I hold
She rather listen to Joe Budden's, no aight?
But fuck a party now and like

(What's wrong witchu Every song you killin')
(Every rhyme you is violently put)
Lethal but I have no
With this gun down and beatin' yo' ass up

I was rhyme from the heart, they will feel you
I like the dark, you cut on lights, I will kill you
(Something's wrong him)

(Just like his pops he don't a fuck)
(If you like him or not, he's a problem)
I will yo' ass in church
And to Jesus later, punk

Why am I hot and you not and why is you
And why I ain't got shit in my but lint?
This ain't rap no mo', not a flow
is beef, there's a couple street niggaz that got to go

My name is Nickel, I'm the suburbs
(Yeah)
It's only a ten drive to come and get you
(Yeah)

of you hoes, I will slap snot side ways
Outta ya nose,
(Partnah)
I know we got drama but I still show up
At funeral and hug yo' ugly ass momma

Everybody wanna why the flow is so bad
(Why is you so mad?)
Everybody

(What's wrong witchu nigga? song you killin')
(Every you spit is violently put)
but I have no problem
With this gun down and beatin' yo' ass up

I was taught rhyme from the heart, they will you
I like the dark, you cut on them lights, I will you
(Something's with him)

I'm a natural since I wrote Girl
I hope that you don't think I won't smack yo' bitch
'Cause I will her if she happen to be witchu
I kill you

You can get ideas, nobody compares you
I put out the bub on top of yo' head
This .22 rifle, be shootin' bouncin' bullets
The enter into your head and exit out yo'

Ride off as soon as my turns, you click
And them choppers is lookin' for
(Yeah)
You could yo' roughest, toughest thug
That's jealous, just tell him to touch me, I will him up

I will his ass out
And if I beat him I will grab my heater and pop his ass
Fuck yo' life, stripes I shock yo' hood
And I ain't never dyin', knock on wood, whattup

(What's wrong witchu Every song you killin')
(Every rhyme you spit is put)
Lethal but I no problem
With puttin' gun down and beatin' yo' ass up

I was taught from the heart, they will feel you
I like the dark, you cut on them lights, I will you
(Something's wrong him)