Most hardcore track i ever done, hi fly on the beat and my man JR on the hook doing his thing again. Track Mixed By Mad Max and Adil Omar
Just me letting out my words and thats all you need to know. Most my tracks have a deep meaning to it cause hip hop has lost it's beauty and i'm trying my best
Elisha Cuthbert and Happyface Killer motherfucker!
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I dont like to be in a band cause I ain't into that whole backstreet boy shit. I dont like being in a crew and faking friendship with a bunch of people you end up talking shit about anyways. Sure I rap tracks with my boys but i'll never start a rap crew. That aint me and i was made to rap alone but when i see the right MC, I am up for a Collab. I work a lot with JR, clevelands Finest, B leave, Cryptic Wisdom etc..
Lyrics
get ready, get ready as I take yall haters in a world of pain,
happyface killer and Jr, underground kings
what the fuck is up man? i'm cracking your door
try to get up again n i put you back on the floor
your girl is a blunt cause we passing that whore
n i put a bullet in your head if you asking for more
i'm living my life, i suggest you live yours to
it's a show n tell, i'll show you what these four four do
fuck the po po dude, its just not a concern
hate on my style n i'll take your life in return
i ain't kidding around, i put you kids to the ground
my tempers on a leech so dont be releasing the hound
when theres war, the boys are calling me fast
n i split your body open like biology class
as real as it comes, a psycho holding a gun
n i spark it up if you say i'm to cold for you son
i told you to run n now the funs done
i'm looking for a target, your that special someone
your ass aint handsome so i blast the magnum
cause you that dumb, i hold your kids for ranson
yall homotastic n noone is preffering ya
i never even heard of ya, reason y i murder ya
motherfucker you best be not thinking you sexy
cause your preety wifeys drinking me like pepsi
dont test me, your soft like nestle
the gun rock you n then i roll like elvis presley
(Hook)
Fake Cats talk about it and real Cats Do it
Yall might have seen guns but you never pulled shit
and in this cold world man, we ready for war
yall talk about guns but we got plenty of fours
(verse2)
grab some bubling hoes, kick a couple of flows
got a few murders yo n now i'm doubling those
you know i'm going fine, you know i point a nine
to any homo thinking he hard for growing dimes
it's flowing time, hk be puffing a sack
your bitches turn around n i'm fucking their crack
you nothing but whack, dawg, you stuck in a trap
let me shoot this guy man! I had enough of this cat!
you get a cut on your back just to remember me by
decembers close by but on november you die
i own a center for guys who are sick of their lives
they take your chick when they high n put a stick in your eyes
kicking your spine, running n thinking you can hide
run to your car cause a bombs ticking in your ride
it blows up, your girls mouth froze on my nuts
thought she was clean but she a known fucking slut
your games sucking butt when you compare it to me
i'm burrying g's if i catch em staring at me
i ain't caring you see, use five condoms daily
i fuck like a bullet, they call me donavan bailey
i'll stab you till you got red skintone
n i'll make your girls bed rock like fred flinstone
hate me or love, you can shoot me or hug me
but make sure you kill me or shits gonna get ugly
(Hook)
Fake Cats talk about it and real Cats Do it
Yall might have seen guns but you never pulled shit
and in this cold world man, we ready for war
yall talk about guns but we got plenty of fours
(verse3)
The forties get sipped, the homies get ripped
faggot kids talk shit n the faggot kids get whipped
the addicts want hits but i'm fiening a kill
n if we aint gonna collide, theres no meaning to chill
your girls horny dawg n shes eating my dill
i giz n make her start cleaning what i spill
theres no way you can stop me, i'm killing with skill
pigs looking for me but i'll be chilling in blazil
your wife is in my telly n i'm feeling her jelly
next day i send her home with a baby in her belly
i'm giving you hell b, you shiver when i call
happyface will throw you down a river with a fall
aint big like me, what you delivers very small
n i'll poke n stab you in the liver till you crawl
come on man, you know i dont mess with big zags
yall soft but come in hundreds like a pack of zig zags
