heat rocks

in jail with no way to make bail the judge say boy you been wild and labeled me a menace a criminal i spit a flow so cold the lyrical loco im not your typical to go against me is critical no no my style is original your writing rhymes you heard from other rap individuals a maggot biting rhymes with a simple flow and only in the studio you claim your banging cuz you keep your pants sagging phaggot like it in the booty hole your dropping them weak flows im not on that banging shit I'm on that making money like it's a habit kid please dont step to me fo i smoke you like a cancer stick your mad for the fact your bitch giving me deep throat in the back of my car i beat it up till she cant hack it them im dropping her off with her breath reaking like cock i laugh though cuz she gives you a kiss then shes kissing your kids what a dirty ass hoe but let me get back to my point and continue to drop that heat for the streets that music you can kick back to it and bump it in your speakers that serving up tweakers night creeper my verse a curse when i spit step to me and end up in a hearse or a ditch ya bitch im sick with it my flow you hope to get close but no you cant get with it and these bitches trip talking shit saying im pimpin it get it right hoe cuz thats how im living it