I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her
I flow on the stereo iller than a serial killer,
Figures i'm the real figure, the god killer,
Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir
Yo, i'll bet she be back
All you knew was rat pack
More props. r.i.p., my poor pops
I have no killer degree, cause
Chevy sitting crooked, teeth on reggie miller
How the fuck you gonna kill a killer
If you a real nigga, you looking in the mirror
Of becoming a drug dealer, warm-blooded killer,
You want the same whack which make other rat
Ex-boyfriend was wack, she had enough of all that
Rat t-t-t-tatted up on my back
St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap
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