PotHeadBarney

Lyrics: It's prolly empty up there now I get why you are pothead/ All the niggas that I battled, well, they are all dead/ Ain't no creep It is blood so I keep it all red/ It ain't Christmas, I ain't Santa you jumped on the wrong sled/ I'm finna blow it up, blow it up like a whistle/ Imma crack the record open, imma enter like a chisel/ I don't like clean imma go dirty like imma missile/ My name is Unknown nigga it's an initial/ Unknown like a mystery that can't be solved by Scooby Doo/ On the throne, writing lyrics and throwing em right at you/ Pretty funny how y'all battle to steal my bars but it's cool/ Already won this battle pack your bags you won't survive round 2/