Slit your hand, sign this in blood,
Some of you bitches look stupid as fuck
Real recognize real, you need some id to be noticed though
These story's are cold, stopped blood flow, evils you know , don't slow
Thats spits lyrics so cold
Is a space that now you hold
Skill to skill, i kill to kill
For real, a nigga ill
I know you're mad, but so what
Rhymes flow through me like blood
Graveyards filling up with street blood
'til a stray bullet got his lungs struck
Kill a bitch extract her blood and turn that spell her name in bloody alphabet
An eighth of grape ape hella joints to the head got my eyes all varsity red
But i murdered you in cold blood, and got away with it!!
Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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