real shit

j whyte nigga preaching all day every day it's like its like bang shot yo ass then I cut your throat with glass east side nigga ain't no free pass you fuck with me your face is in the grass nigga I'm hot on the microphone you raps are shit like post malone sayin shit like rat da dat da I'm cool as ice every day is a gamble roll the dice your so annoying your like lice I'll take your head put it in a vice it's like a ritual and and you're the sacrifice I kill niggas I pull triggas aint nothing gonna stop me tweaka so go cry to your mommy bitch I ain't sorry