hit the locks child..
kingshitty's droppin them hot piles
a grimy hostile nigga thats got style
pullin glocks wild.. like rotten molars
pushin stocks of the rocks 'n boulders
pop a shot 'n its over, fresh as folgers
as soon as i drop this, offa the top, hawk shit
as words come together like sausages
i snatch links.. straps kickin' like mad chinks
straight snap a nigga's didgets for class rings
fuckin with king's, really the last thing
ya wanna try, get up in ya mama's thighs
vagina's cauterized from hotness inside
step to me? caution advised, im a boss on the mic
see me wink at the guy caught in the sights
pop a shot in his eye, not gonna fight
take his life 'n im off in the night
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