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Uhh, yeah, my calls with Los and Kino consists of
(Nigga, it down, there's way too much killin')
Of course I ignore 'em, a man talk
I give a fuck if I throw my poor fans off

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

like, I could go in the lab and try to write
Somethin' that's nice or
But I will be back my scripture's in the dark
Deep rooted soldier my soul
temper like The Hulk's

My wife don't like my album, it's way too for women
She say it like I hold grudges
She rather to Joe Budden's, no disrespect aight?
But a party now and everybody like

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

I was taught rhyme from the heart, they will you
I the dark, you cut on them 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 slap yo' ass in
And apologize to Jesus later,

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

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

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

wanna know 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)
Lethal but I no problem
With this gun down and beatin' yo' ass up

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

I'm a natural I wrote Black Girl
I hope that you don't think that I won't smack yo'
'Cause I will clap her if she to be witchu
When I 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 and exit out yo' foot

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

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

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

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