Verse 1: how these dudes gunna try to shush me, when Im obviously, not somebody to bother B, I slaughter beats, betta treat me like ya father G, with respect and $#&@in honesty, the bombest weed, I promise Ye, Im calmer sea, they dont bother me, im talkin "EA", not the "see" that ends with "E", and I dont mean games, ima keep it real Indeed

gotta go too hard, spita few bars, make em "eeww, ahh" , get the crew wile, smoke a few down, rollin through town, while the trunk pound, got the funk sound, sit the funk down,ima skunk now, ya like "what? how?", corner me im sprayin you the funk down, I could never be a $#&@in punk, how?, cuz I hunt clowns, an my trunk pounds, like four dicks ina cunt, ow, ima stay up like a starved owl


Chorus: so many mutha $#&@az,(WAY VIOLENT), gon act like they ya brothaz,(WAY VIOLENT), most of em $#&@in bustaz, (WAY VIOLENT), cant trust none these other suckaz, (WAY VIOLENT), ima be always steady puffin, (WAY VIOLENT), keep a beat in the $#&@in oven, (WAY VIOLENT) weed sacks by the $#&@in dozens, (WAY VIOLENT, IM WAY VIOLENT, IM WAY VIOLENT)


VERSE 2: i get in the mood, to $#&@in get in the booth, and I know its the truth, cuz i got nothing to lose, ima bleed if you shoot, no I aint bullet proof, but Im hard as $#&@ dude, I get pissed, split a (*##$, in fifths, wit a quickness, vicious, as %#@!, when I rip it, lemme spit this, like a lisp kid, at a picnic, im the only one eatin, everyone retreatin, ima keep on seekin, til the day im done breathin, my dreams'll###, like !@&(, everyday we see evil, every day we see people, who just shouldnt be leaders, bet soon we'll see Jesus, and he wont believe us, and he"ll save few of us, God'll take few of us, if we dont change soon enough, swear we betta straighten up, hope I neva make it bruh, cuz I dont want the paper, nah

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VERSE 3: like an athlete, wit bad feet, its ova, betta start ova, cuz you got nothin to hold ya, betta pick a new career, aint about to make it here, aint about ta be ya year, bring fear to ya ear, always hear, when I stare, want the cash?, take it hear, an that aint even why Im here, just wanted to have a beer, wit a peer, killin more rappers than roads killin deer, swear the vultchers apear, when I start goin in, bringin death with the pen, drink a whole fifth a Gin, an one how turned ta twins, why not gimme head cuz you gon rot when ya dead, make the Pope nod his head, when I flow from the chest, an I smoke on the best, hit the potent and rest, bout ta blow, a Semtex, yall actin so sketched, like a hobbit on a quest


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