getting rich take you bitch in the kitchen catching a million braking her back that's a fact you smell like a rat look you fucking spat catching these hand she a fan you should have ran your in the Fight I'm the knight stabe wit a knife now you dead they call me Freddie don't get sweaty looking unsteady your bitch is ready listen to the rymes I'm briging the nine it's drawn one shot two shot now u bled now u dead all over carpet they ungarted kill them two like whine phoo Bury there bodies it's just a Hobbie don't copy tell everybody that I'm the king swing and a miss banging your sis look at the rist I'm already dead I'm come back to kill you you know I'm threw I've done my job now I got a mob get off my back I'll pull the mac am done what's your pun