Fonzy buried

#Acapella #HoodThreat #FonzVsFace #RegulatorsCard #Barzzzz #FonzyBuried Fuck fonz there's no redemption for an attention whore/ That'll bend and fall if you mention war/ I'll throw the type of shots that'll dent his jaw and leave him with dental sores/ Elongate his spine when I hang him up, extension cord/ If this shit get out of hand like money that's spent in malls/ I'll end his career with no security like it's pension fraud/ It's not a remote control but the piece in my hand will make his sentence pause/ When I put the metal to his chest like a fencing sword/ My punches landing through his gaurd/ So hard it'll move his scars and bruise his heart/ Body left with loosened parts/ When I hit him from more angles than Jewish star/ He's more skittish than a bitch with an abusive past/ That's y he ain't a soldier, he just dips when the shooting starts/ He's all gas but going nowhere fast like he ain't fueled his car/ But I'll educate him with these cheap shots, that's a student bar/ He runs his mouth too much, needs to clamp his lips/ Or I'll treat him like a dumb whore, take all kinds of advantages/ Before he even lands a hit I'll trample and stamp this bitch/ Take shots that do more damage than just glance his wig/ I mean I'll twist his cap till red leaks out.... Fanta twist/ Smoke his whole pack like some cancer sticks/ Cuz emg ain't nothing more than some email gangster chicks/ This kid is fake/ And it's an instant L if he comes with British hate/ Cuz it ain't real, this female just looks for drama to give him fame like this bitch is Ricky lake/ Bet he thinks I'll try flip his name/ Say some shit like when this battle drops, fonz won't be happy on 3 different days/ Get it, fonz, happy, days... Naw that shit is lame/ I'd rather make him sit in pain when I'm spitting flames/ This ain't graffiti but my writtens spray/ To leave this square leaking behind bars, dripping drain/ I ain't talking about elevating his intelligence when I say I'll lift his brain/ See this broke bum can hold these rounds like he's gripping change/ He can't clown me, I'm old school but I don't kid and play/ Tell fonz to be a good bitch and listen when I tell him to sit and stay/ Or I'll be out for blood, like a crip whose aiming to slit his veins/ drain his colour and leave this victim grey/ In more than fifty shades We ain't even in the same book, never mind a different page