Look, need to call it quits
Eject ur rhymes in orbits,
Now nigga, look what hell madevisions of cops and sirens, niggas open fire
There's a shortage in ur dormant thoughts, u talk alot for a 'sick' writer
Now when my rhymes click in ur mind they will stick
Shit this life gets overwhelming and more then hectic
The last thing i said to n ur mum n dad was die a payneful death
Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears
Rape her anal walls 'till i cause hemorrhage
Jazz talkin, i bet i pick and roll with your bitch
Take ur place in the backseat,
Indubitably i'm too street
I see a f-cken stargot your momma screamingfor me, like i'm eldebargelookin at my skin
Im an m.c looking for trouble nd shooting/ have ur apartment ready for other people to move in/
Now ur stuck in a pickle and this aint no dill
Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill
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