I'm shooting at the bullshit,
Teach you how to rope a chick
Cause jesus wouldn't even be my friend on church day
Shooting disses like bullets, spray and pray.
He pumped reeboks, his uncles pumped packs
This is battle rap / i'll rattle cats
Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts
Shooting missiles that where hooting whistles!
Think it's time you and i need to call it quits
A shooting range with bullet limits
And losin all his money
These other cats bring blasphemy
20 racks really thats sneaker money
These other cats bring blasphemy
He's snapped and now he's trapped, first he killed his neighbor's cats,
Lost a couple friends, cool; nigga made a lot of fans
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