Organized crime, i kill your boss
Shut your damn mouth and rip your whole dick off
Just put your hand on the glass
And ill bus a cap in your ass
Me and juan ensurin' you that your slut daughters gone
If you think your a rap god then your damn wrong
You must have been out your bipolar mind,
When it's repping time, i get on extra grind
Grab your head an trow it under the tire of a damn bus
Gotta get back to the d, you know we finally famous
Then the world ain't no trick no more
Your only in fight with your damn war
Criminal mind, subliminal syllables riddle your mind
No man alive has ever witnessed struggles i survived
Bitch i'm in the building you ain't even in the lounge
Jam out on your damn couch
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