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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 'em, a poor man talk
I give a fuck if I throw my poor fans off

Pathetic war entered my brain
And changed me now I'm angry
So a metaphor, fuck hip hop, hip hop sucks
You got, niggaz on top from 2Pac's nuts

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

My wife like my album, it's way too dark for women
She say it like I hold grudges
She rather listen to Joe Budden's, no aight?
But fuck a party now and everybody

(What's witchu nigga? Every song you killin')
(Every rhyme you is violently put)
Lethal but I no problem
With puttin' 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)

(Just like his pops he give a fuck)
(If you like him or not, a major problem)
I slap yo' ass in church
And apologize to Jesus later,

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', this not a
This is beef, there's a couple niggaz that got to go

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

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

Everybody know why the flow is so bad
(Why is you so mad?)
askin'

(What's wrong witchu nigga? song you killin')
(Every you spit is violently put)
Lethal but I no problem
With puttin' this gun down and 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 with him)

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

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

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

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

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

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