lil pimp callout

I'm that cracker that slap bastards pardon my passion, harder than my last each time these bars start blastin...who next..show me my victim, I spit just how I live it and split cranium quicker than lickety, someone please come get me,// knock me off of this high horse, throw a hurdle on my course, I'll hop it without a sport, bone in my body... receptionist callin you like he's alone in the lobby, or at your home on a Friday, in the drive like a hard body...my city burnin with hatred, for suckas who on that lame shit, and it ain't about race it's more about saving faces and dodging cases... then along come little pimp wit the I don't fuck wit white boi shit, got a fire under soLow lit, my alter ego told me git em, I'm on parole so I can't split him, so I grabbed the app and started spittin... I'm lethal without a weapon, suggest some softer steppin before the West side gang wet up by them boys who never let up, money by any means... love the evil that money brings, wanted knowledge, you hungry.. eat .. just stay off of my plate cause I ain't scared to go back behind the gate for my state