I spit letal.
you mother fuckas aint equal.
Im out on a mission to inpale preachers on their steeples
Im hooded up, smoked out, firm wit my people
save ya threats or get ya teeth pulled.
fuck a weapon, bitches get beat for steppin.
most cats dont live the shit that they reppin.
THIS IS WAR, and guess who the fuck just crept in?
one machine wit absolutely no affection.
only thing that scares is the man in my reflection,
Death did till i stared him in the face and beat his motha fuckin chest in
rock intestines of the pricks. that tried testin the best in
never restin till I kill your ass in the motha fuckin bed you slept in
This is risk, you chance of livin is out the question
Only rule of life is know ya shit never guessing
Christ figure rap singer, every track im blessin
Let the tek spit. Swing a sling blade let ya motha fuckin neck split
Kill the next bitch, never leave a snitch wit fat lips beat his ass quick wit ya fists
06, this grimey year is so trifilin, my loyal rifle men be huntin fags from a ditch
i insist you quit, clips dismiss ya wits Slash the wigs of pigs, blast their kids and cribs,
crack ya ribs and dip
dog eat dog world ya cats aint fit