The chronic smoke, gotta toke it, madonna chokin, men provokin my position with a blade to they throat then
this open pen pokes in, his jugular splatters blood matter his body starts convulsin
his heart is barely pulsin, full spin with my cape on, then a full grin slides across my face now your bitch is fuckin pulled in
fish hooked, baits good, same puddin type substance on my laced bud
face rubbed with novocaine and now my face loves
to be touches cant feel, the onion cant peel it back these facts in these raps when i crap
diarrhea flow on the mic never strike out, fights, bouts two rounds now the club house
is snubbed out, get the fuck out, duck down, hood boys bustin with they guns out
suck now, this fat, toke of chronic potent smoke into your open throat, most provoked men wont take a risk so i wont cut their throat
all I have
