#oddyn8v ill be robbin out yo VILLE like WHO Ima dirty grinch who'll probably hit a lick on you i can always take YAH out like hallelu and Fuck ur feelings we gone hit em too feelin all dead then it's too bad talkin all that shit I'll leave em with a toe tag all of these wanna be gangstas will never last if I get em to swerve, I get em to crash rats say cheese when it comes to the cash if it ain't my fault then it ain't my bad gettin so high from this gas that I feel jet lag, a legend was born in the ash yea I want the smoke let me light my gas I do it so bad everytime I spaz i beatem n blues anytime I jazz just like a old man get up off my grass getting so mad ima take out the gat have em all pray right fore I blast yea I'm a sinner ima let em confess the government buying yo soul for less I'm cursing the game they inside my hex lookin at the game ain't telling whose next im never gonna abuse the power I possess if your looking for love theres none in my chest too many bullet holes thru my vest all I can say is i can do my best and overtime I'll let it progress chasing this bread like bird make ur situation worse have u sleepin on the curb makin yo life an absurd everytime I spit a verse as a God I emerge comin n bringin the purge everytime I say a word always hit em where it hurts snapping my fingers their body disperse I am the alpha and the omega and every letter between They can never stand my shit I guess I got em on they knees Check the feed I'm the beast that needs to feed this is the 5th time that they plead, but that shit wont work on me, so take a seat shit been kinda crazy lately Im faded on a daily Their ain't no God that can save me flowing thru this bitch like gravy I'll be back probably never Kickin rocks with lemon peppers Never sweet I'm always sour Takin down titans as tall as towers feelin all dead then it's too bad talkin all that shit I'll leave em with a toe tag all of these wanna be gangstas will never last if I get em to swerve, I get em to crash rats say cheese when it comes to the cash if it ain't my fault then it ain't my bad gettin so high from this gas that I feel jet lag, a legend was born in the ash yea I want the smoke let me light my gas I do it so bad everytime I spaz i beatem n blues anytime I jazz just like a old man get up off my grass getting so mad ima take out the gat have em all pray right fore I blast yea I'm a sinner ima let em confess the government buying yo soul for less