But, shorty i'm far from a saint
My pistol spray leave you a stipple paint
Cut 'em in half half way to the gymnasium with my axe
But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats
Can't be held against you in any kind of way
Kid, silly syllable wordplay, lyrical verse spray
So fast, can't copy
Overspread my whole body
Now get up out the store 'fore the g's let it spray
I want to feel her in every way
Dead faces keep my money in a body bag
That's a fact! axe just entered your back!
Nigga tighten your jaw
Hopped up holding an axe and saw
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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