Milly Rock

First off I'm a nervous wreck that hurt's and sweat's til' my shirt is wet, /

and I'm pissed off cuz the perkacet's I just took aren't work n yet. /

Plus, I smoke green. I'm a pot head that blow's more smoke than a smoke screen, /

A dope fiend. I fall asleep snort n coke, and wake up drink n codeine, /

but by no mean's am I a push over. Cuz I may not now how 2 spell, /

but my nina spell's the end 4 bitch's w a voice better than Adele. /

Honestly no 1 should ever try me. Unless they wanna die slow. /

Cuz I'm ill w the skill. It's nothin 4 me 2 spit a tight flow, /

Plus I'm a psycho that's liable 2 put a gun 2 sum 1's head /

just 2 watch em' turn pale white like a black person w vitiligo. /

Cuz n e 1 can catch these hand's, or get beat down w a deadly weapon. /

Like a young red headed step kid. Til' they're shake n like an epileptic. /

Get the message? Cuz I got a steady hand and a deadly shot. /

Im quick 2 put an eye out, and leave a bitch look n like Fetty Wap. /

Cuz we're I'm from we don't do shit like Milly Rock, the Whip, or play

We just let semi's pop, and semi's spout til' the drum is emptied out, /

and smoke shit so loud that u can smell it from 4 city block's away. /

Cuz I'm from Houston, TX BITCH, and that's wat my fuckin city's bout. /