Produced By my homie Micstro. The track was recorded at the crib but mixed in a studio by Tye Luciano. Mad props to both these guys. It's the final track to my album and i have to admit it's the best track i ever done
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
Got a murderous mind, find it okay to get shot
your girl like my rap career, shes staying on top
i'm baked on the pot, Hk aint paying no cop
you shaking till you rot, ak's making you drop
you carry criminal tools but i take it from you
*****i blaze n rob your cash like i'm jamaican n jew*****
homie i'm faking fools
put a shoe in thier ass, i'm footlose like that kevin bacon dude
got some extra shit for those cats who want more
like an army and a tank right up at their front door
now what you stunned for? aint think i could do it
killing anything in my way , they call me a bullet
it's my life, i pursue it n yall better cool it
you kids getting torshured but you probably knew it
spent a night with your wife, having cereal with her
****then i kill both of ya cause i'm a serial killer********
your inferiour, i rip out your interiour punk
i'm blasting n laughing, cant you see that i'm drunk?
i'm having a blast n i aint caring for yo ass
i'm robbing a bank n i aint even wearing a mask
the flow is danger, your hoes on my pager
you know i'm quick to get a blow from a stranger
one night with me, you have your hoe singing
cause she take her mouth n put the whole thing in
murdering your hood, fuck if the town cares
yall wanna go to heaven but i'm chilling downstairs
i'm dying to die, the drugs got me flying i'm high
n you dont want war dawg, y you trying to lie?
man i dont blame god when i see that lifes hard
ateist get hurt n have their whole life scarred
your wifey love me, i think she naughty dawg
*****now shes follow me evrywhere like a bodyguard*****
ok enough about the women, i aint to rude n mean
but your girlfriend is easy to get nude and seen
holy shit cant stop, imma take her to the pornstore
bring the lube to my crib n fuck her in the cornhole
think you big shit? get your wig split dip shit
my shits sick, put my big dick between her big tits
i drug the world to kill one guy, start stabbing
*****next day nobody will even know what hapened****
bring up the volume n hear a bastard rhyme
a beef starting life ending psycho mastermind
i'm always on the move, letting the shotty spark
****these rappers are soft like a female body part****
you others faggot are tiny like a libra
i nut on a black girls body so she look like a zebra
walk in a rap show n put a clip to your face
or just put a bomb there n blow the shit out the place
i'll go to a bar n try to take a pitcher home
n if you try to stop me, the chrome will hit your dome
part time general, full time criminal
bugging individuals who are completly pitheful
i'm fucking bezerk, there aint no medical heeling
society is why i dont got motherfucking feelings
i'm stealing from the rich and giving to the poor
when i'm feeling on the clip, i'm shooting for sure
right now, rap is shot cause hip hop is pop
i'm one of a few who say that shit gotta stop
fuck these rappers, they can all lick a cherry
n wont be shit without their rhyming dictionary
want me to call out some names, sure i dont mind
fifty had his time n now he cant even rhyme
eminem is a legend n i wont lie dawg
but now hes making commercials n selling i pods
maybe their lazy or they might be old now
or maybe they love money and they all sold out
no mc's gangster, they just rhyming cool
****i mean christopher wallence went to private school****
b.i.g is sick, now dont get me wrong
but pac is sicker cause he had more to say in his songs
rappers only rapping about one gat
but i rap about a hundred different subjects in one track
pulling out my cock n i'm pissing on your head
n tomorrow, your parents are missing on their bed
i look into your eyes n i know you no thug
you always on the block but you moving no drug
you make zero paper just like a donut
it's the reason y crips n bloods show you no love
but i dont move drugs n dont hold fake fours
but if you got got guns, then i might take yours
i'll spit on your grave n i'll sign my name
gimme a call for
