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

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

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

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

(What's wrong nigga? Every 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)

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

Why am I hot and you not and why is you
And why I ain't got shit in my pocket but
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)
only a ten minute drive to come and get you
(Yeah)

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

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

(What's wrong witchu Every song you killin')
(Every rhyme you 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 like the dark, you cut on lights, I will kill you
(Something's with him)

I'm a natural since I Black Girl
I hope that you don't think I won't smack yo' bitch
I will clap her if she happen 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 head and exit out yo' foot

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

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

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