Malice Murder

if I kill the hoe down on site guaranteed is gone be Mr White you take a look at me and I've got my native stripes yes I am tha one N only discipes that's the last of my kind because every young Don just keeps on dying I'm never gone be giving up just keep on trying as I'll be climbing all the way to the top of the ion and hit his ass in the fuckin head witta iron plylon I'm in the hood looking for blue diamonds you ain't never seen the highest climate for miles see this is just a mental statement Plies I think I'll decide who will live and die or make them struggle to survive I don't give a flyin fuck no moe this is how Imma ride I've already been on the grind don't know how I'll tell you this many times they say that I'm the lord of the rhymes I've got weapons i finna make minez the last thought was that I'm the king of the rock bunkers sometimes others can really drive you bonkers nobody can find me I'm somewhere way out in beyond the yonder talking about nowhere to be found sir when was the last time he stood in front of a bar like a bouncer and popping pure perps behind the counter this song is called underground round malice murder (puh im gone eat me a burger 🍔)