just kass

they call you killa kass but thats the shit typea shit to make me wanna go an laugh cause i can see it in your eyes you aint no killa you aint a gangsta aint no drug deala swear to God son he sweet like vanilla dont no one feel ya when you spit up on the track im smoking green your crack so truth is your wack an thats a fact but relax im not claimin im the best but name one mc on rap fame that puts it down like diss i think not so go an grab your glocks cause im calling off shots at an mc that wants to come against me go ahead try your best g cause ill put that tec where your neck be an squeeze the trigga with no remorse then pull off in a stolen Porsche now your out in the open decomposin i guess i shoulda told kas to choose his poison but im not that kinda person wanna see his body laying in a hearse n his family's hurtin yo bitch notice the skill i peep her lurkin get her back to the crib n now shes jurkin for this music dawg i get to merkin i put the work in cause time is money an i cant be walkin around lookin like you hella bummy