When i get my hands on nines
Sick leverage, of freestyle rhyme lines
Enforce, i'm elegant and
Aint loyal cuz the way they front
Like being serious and blunt without a delirious front,
As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt
You front lines and bust rhymes with decent punchlines, i'll give you
Aiyyo, them niggas from the three two, said i can't breeze through
She can only live for the moment
People are starin at this scene up front
And i'm on you rapper's ass like brake lights
Livin' life like a soldier on the front lines.
You alter-boys sucking without two front teeth
But now i'm pointin the finger at police
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