No recourse when i strangle you, can't decide how to sandwich you
If i don't diss another nigga you dont get that issue
Niggas is hot when i hit the block, what if i die tonight
You got an image you decide to hide behind with a pride
It’s no days off, you ain't doing shit
You decide to not rap with it
I re-decide to meet her, now weeping on this car-pet
If you still gon' be on some crooked-ass nigga shit
I mean eddie murphy, swang, gettin' married
And get up and decidedly decide to speak,
Come take a stab at it faggot, i pre-ordered your casket
Like bitches that go ahead and decide to keep it
Its cold as shit in this booth
It’s tougher to decide your next move
If your head right, i’ll be there every night
Fed the bitch pesticides and let the pest decide
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