Fuck five oh die slow that's my perspective
That's flyer than a wrestler, you don't want to mess with
I am number won i'll bake you with my own son so die even your bitch won't cry
Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die
Bitch don´t fuck with me, i´ll murder you that´s for free.
She said, "don't be fucking with nobody
Mocking dead fappers doin' others, they caught an s. t .d!
I'm a g, and this is something you can't see
Blowin' fluke horns, i'm not high
Holla at the g-o-d before you d-i-e,
Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket
I'll survive as i say "i'm not ready to die freddy you piece of fucking shit"
Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!
Givin' 'em a wet, welcome to the house of pain
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