battle bars

brains on the wall left his body by door children of the corn we killing in a swarm living by the sword ima die by the sword fill em up with hoes I can surf with a bord wet a nigga shirt paint it red oh my lord all his momma said when she seen her lil boy anybody witchu get the same ain't no favoritism tryna teach a lesson to you young boy sit and listen I was in the trap when u was still at house bitching I was outside you was washing dishes in kitchen I was cooking crack you was tryna learn to talk to bitches I'm really rags to riches Operator call the trenches ask about me what's the business drugs and all types of killings dis yo suicidal wishes bars I got those vishes flow like waves dipping battle me I'm way different you just sign a slave sentence murder on repeat nigga slide let it skeet nigga reallybobdoe to you lil niggas call me bigga