you a btch

on the block it get retarded trap like we the hardest killing the art I'm an artistyou don't wanna start shit anartica is where my heart is frozen in time no thowen it ask anyone who knows me that boy cold just fucking empty attude shitty keep a calaber with me ready to pull it blow the brains out of anyone wanna tempted me I'm flipping I want an account never empty always on the slide but never slipping best believe I'm getting anything I want go ahead say something end up like a old school rebox pumped slumped thrown in my trunk and dumped I don't lose sleep over the shit I've done I'm numb I'm thug you wish you was shit I wish you was give me something to do while I run this trap these bags these fags are all trash hiding behind moms and dads bitch i ll walk up and blast your mom's or dad you better ask no mask they don't know how to punsh a MF that's way to bad so 50 just roll past scared to make eye contact cause they know I'll take there life and there badge hoppen out with a chopper my pit the stalker follow ya around for weeks the eat ya like a lobster he's a mobster a fucking monster favorite snack copster ya proper a show stopper gaw dropper he eats the compation there is no compation mean his occupation kill the population trying to lopanation in the booth I'm Freddy you wasn't ready for me to come in like knifes and start shredding everything you was gonna say your just standing there speechless your not getting your studering bitch here's your Teddy up in the air confedy bullets flying at your head I'm heading to the crip to eat spaghetti my dog isn't for petting hell eat ya bitch and I'll let him bars bitch we pop tarts stillen cars going to far not given a fuck the world is ours we large bank accounts to our yards the stars scared to come out at night hiding behind Mars you haven't seen a MF with so many scars eagle everything no pars feel no pain so all I do is gain your blood stain is a reminder don't come over here acting strange I can't be tamed you scared bitchs fake state farm Jake won't insure your fate he wasn't wearing kackys that day make shit I'm made I spit flame right in your face I'm grate world wide fuck a state stake on my plate potato's breakfast ham and eggs never hungry fuck that strain rod a mud slide to get to this place for a min dirt is all I taste gun in my waste take lose change I don't lose change get it in my vains in the nose I smell drians leaky faucet I'll drip before I drop splash if I flop flip if it stops never handle a mop glow in my spot one spot on my top try get it you get PAC Ed biggie and Nikki managed your a mirage something people see when it's to hot