Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing
Ill shoot clown and leave little kids crying
And we don't fucking make horrorcore, you fucking idiots
Bitch i'll sift your shit and swiftly switch, i'm torturing little kids,
Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms
Killed by the violent kids equipped with firearms
Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win
Little kids rhyming stuff not even knowing the meanin'
Little kids and crack hustlers shooting 'em with nines drawn,
So i’m warning , don’t you love me for too long
We talkin' b blockers keep us with deep pockets
Why are the little kids having little kids
Ya weed quiet, you broke, y’all eaten lean pockets
The kris kringle of rap servin little kids
Luchador like i been masked but still remain fly
Seen drive-bys takin' lives, little kids die
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