no games

I ain't got no time for games no ain't fucking with you lames no I find it kinda strange yo how you fucking up the game yo honestly I'm an oddity but still I'm a hot commodity commit robbery ain't no stopping me breaking you hataz off properly sending shots at me but you miss got yo bitch she licking her lips I'm blowing a kiss rubbing up on her hips down to the clit sinista hitting that shit ripping this shit killing the track got you hoes down on your back don't even try to contend or pretend last shit you put out was whack that is a fact skills that you lack (no pretender no surrender sin is colder then November just remember you test you go die die die sinista coming up out of the woods and I'm ready for war I'm gone even the the score if you play with my paper you better believe I that im gone show up at your door ready for action busting like a mad man putting your body all up in the trash man it's a fact man skills you lack man eating you rappers like Pac man never hesitate to blast man sin got a sick mind hit you strictnine everybody telling on there people like they 69 every time I spit mine killing shit with this ryhme murder mother fucker when I hit am with a sick line