My raps pierce into you so i call 'em drills.
So here i am at the store for some chips
You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done
So choose the weapon you reckon will question your accession into heaven.
So 'fore you give into your whims
They say i need some guidance
Leg into place so i can dip into her inner river, i slither, in a finger,
Look at you, what makes you ashamed of bein blacknothin' but love for you my sister
So she used to get into fights
This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines
Putting you haters into permanent rest,
See i can only love you when you undressed
So you drop a diss on a disk that you expect people to slip into their cd players
Deep into her soul, slow, now he's in controlpop's doing worse, a victim of his deadly curse
And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true
You hate on me so i defend myself which translates into me strangling you
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