wack

ha ha all these rappers are mad wack getting mad because they can't rap Little pussy ass I'll make it put out Put a 40 to your head Pull the trigger make you bleed out I ain't a part of the thug life Dye my dreads red pink and green Getting face tats that make me look edgy as all hell Why the fuck you even attempt in bail Just stay in jail, no one wants you out anyway I have no more money records are not selling But I'm propelling to the top you better stop dog I'm Alpha number one Top dog Top Gun whatever you want to call it son run you better run Lucky the bullet missed I insist that you get your little punk ass over here I fight like a real man Like a real stand I'm gonna banned you from existence Piss on your lawn set fire to your houses Fuck your spouses While they're wearing those blouses She pouncing And bouncing You're laying in the ground with a bullet hole, a black eye and a bloody nose. Like a picture shows, I'm the real goat I'm gonna boast I'm the host of fuck the roast we gonna have steak dinner, because I'm the winner no time for chicken dinner. I have KFC everyday don't want that shit today, what the fuck you got to say just run away, little bitches my way.