Execution

Back to the source benzino the xxl queen of gun hill I'm in my Bronx bomber yankee shit met u wife in the subway serious head game back to zoo keeping here to tame you bitch you was supposed to be dinner lions den so I'm try again hope ur gun loaded an got luck on your side my friend no knock warrant shit I keep firing I bring the lightning in like bison hits you're more like my neighbors kid on Vicodin sunny liston i heard Lispon in your written you said I was a soft kitten well I got iron in my mittens mic check your bell rung I keep hittin you get tossed like a fleaflicker in your picture u seem bigger but slow an retarded in your round a lean sipper you the rat take the cheese your bars are make believe Crying on the thread ass rapper tagging 400 freinds ass rapper had to mention I'm white well you about to meet gasper you said caucasian bitch you should've said cracker Don't be the victim be the attacker I foster you son its understandable until Im summer slamming you through your baby mama Coke table Cain got you thinking you able bet your faggot daddy raised you hopefully he didn't raise 2 no wonder your mother drinks bitch she said pee on me I was beyond speech she feels week On bended knees bumping swv but I'm about to bar you to death headshot not a practical left Wet spot your mom is a mess I'll fuck the bitch out of her flesh Inside out of her on the carpet your both gutless both dust heads so smoke your last black bag before I put you in this black body bag toe tag