So get killed you little bitch who tried to get rich
Your ho be on my penis, she check my french, bitch
Little kids gonna remember me, like a catholic priest.
Ain't no nigga touching my style, it got a force field
It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks
I killed a family, a mother and father with two kids,
The kris kringle of rap servin little kids
Rapping that gabbage, attracting maggots
Little kids and crack hustlers shooting 'em with nines drawn,
Baby soon as we get home, it won't take us too long
If they got kids looks like they'll be getting looked after by there next of kin
For all my homies in the pen, many peers deadniggas still ballin
Little kids rhyming stuff not even knowing the meanin'
His pockets gone dry from the loans it was given him
Abandoned throughout the land a million little kids/
I'm throwing them rocks back, with the fury of bullets
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