hell s favorite

on a war path, rain of pain is da forecast these rappers is trash, 4 bags period , 4 pads I smell pussy, you cant ignore that the game is short staffed they got the Jones for the roy jab punches feeling like they being stabbed and shot from a 38 spesh fuck around, when u go to sleep it aint rest inspector lookin over the chamber aint deck on the wheel they looking for prints, it aint fresh real talk words is weapons so say less spice, what kind of fake you gone make next high off these lines the bass next the earth gone without a trace next murder, ya body gets traced next