This is a song about "Cranium femur ribs"

Straight to your back and ribs conditions hazardous

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

She always comin back

Kick to the chest, your ribs go crack

Leaving your cranium split in half, like pie but this is a rhyme not a graph,

Talk much shit cause i never had shiti could remember being whupped in class

And we don't fucking make horrorcore, you fucking idiots

Middle finger up ready to rip out all ya ribs

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

Then i plough my girl, my dick deep in ribs

Picking words from the top of my cranium

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

Ask her address she holla saks fifth

Kick then get kicked in the ribs

I pack a lip, smack a bitch, tackle her and crack her ribs

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits