your mum

Your mother and my nine, got the bitch praying for her time

 

Rap about waving a nine, doing some crime

 

But i will make a fat rap, slit the wrists of hypocrites who say crap

 

Cause i'm as deadly as a cat to a rat that's stuck in a trap

 

We uprooted the floor, cause them deludes have poured,

 

Or how about a rap lord,