lock

Hold the glock

all you niggers suck

Pit puck to slay your cock

macking the sense when you talk

and shacke the vibez to raise lifez

out of misery strives

ma benz rides hand on the stock

Fucking your trigger to blast the slug

Punching ma adversaries to the face

see how many niggers get involved in rage

Broken cage to feel the pase of ma page

Smocked all the braice to strong the race

Flowed on pase by smiling eyes

Slowed ma pain dies

Never say is time for goodbyes

Strole the parole roll the ball and answer small

Once the hand can call the message is Panther

Swallowen finick of being clinick and cinick

tie to the money sinick trick trinick on ebanick

Control ma broken voice to just feel the choice

Feeling ma slim on ma noise

Street boys brand ma Royce

Still hiten in the peal of joyce

Damn niggers have no real choice

Blowed on your voice a skill the Joyce

Of being hiten by ma royce and dead in your balls

Devolve ma boys the liquor of sitting like trues

The fame is for fews and a get million views

But all came to use the bad of our puse

Acuse ma muse of being mad on screws