My Verse

Boutta hit a beaner Hit him with a heater Call that a misdemeanor I am meaner With a bigger weiner I am leaner I been cleaner break your femur You just a fucking dreamer I been on top You gonna drop You a flop You in my shop Gettin chopped You’ll get popped Better not talk Or you’ll be dropped Don’t repeat You’ll be beat With my meat Make u scream While you’re laying there lifeless in the street I’m with my band We hand in hand They say no you can’t Well yes I can You ain’t no man You weren’t planned You are bland You just a strand Make you not stand I’ll take your glands And sell them Because I fucking can Here’s my plan I’ll tell you how this works You have nightmares I bet I can be worse When I’m finished with you You’ll be leaving in a hearse All I need is one take I ain’t never gotta rehearse Let’s go