While you thinking that at the top i haven't been around
Cuz we'll come find you in all kinds of carssignin' out
And if you cross me man i stab you like a toothpick
Won’t pop another pill, can’t drink another sip
Fuck a cold sore, getcha getcha own cup
I stab you in the gut and than fuck your slut
In a blink of an eye with my pen ink and a rhyme you'll be on the brink of death..about to die
Two kids shot while the whole block staringi will never understand this society, first they try
Ill give you a fast death look like the crack meth
With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less
Walk like i'm drunk, swagga so uhgodyard trunks go around i got a bunch
I'll fuckin slice your tit off with a meat cleaver and stab you in the head so much
I hope you will till you die
When that thing gon fly
Stab you to fuckin' death like my name was norman bates
Worldwide, but i got fourth ways, one hat carry like four blades
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