pwpweed
• Written by kunta
what do you know, im get ridding this hoe
2 shots in ya throat many go good riddance bro
this is what begins revolutionary evolutionary visions
silence ambitions with sirens, going against bullets as lions
i cant lie and this aint soft cushions i aint lying
im shining like a light headlight with a ahead sight
im not upset, just looking at the sunset waiting for the sun to set
i run to bet not on my life but not to being killed or drilled by a knife
this that rhyme zone with covers blown so go home all alone
be a loner, you owe a loan, uh, this intellectual ineffectual bankruptcy
fractiously i spit no fantasy until insanity, washing away the sin to win
in baptistery gallantly thankfully eating this pussies up like a tapestry
no tying up taping me gaping hole, by a bullet, holes with blasphemy
no blasting me im capably in the capability ability to end you
rearend you, near your stop, fear your drop, no showing amends to you
im no more than a men to you, bending and spreading skin tissue
do we have an issue, boogers flew after punched yo snot, ought to get a tissue
no trust you, bust you cant grasp this cant swerve past this in masses
curve the served split bit by bit nerves cause i got on yall asses
no diddy yo, miss piggy hippie looking punk runt ass
yall itty bitty doohickey, come on do it, sick me
lil pick me, come on, kill me
