Mixed By Jr. 3 verse track with a hook. honestly, this is my illest solo.
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
Motherfuckers wanna yell, theres a crook in the place
your all scared i can tell by the look in your face
you better stop dun or i make you catch a hot one
aiming perfect when i'm blasting a shotgun
fuck hoes in the butt, i dont give a fuck
yall aint making no moves n you wont get a buck
yo holmes, got with your girl a lil while back
it's y your kid got facial hair n likes to rap
we strike your back, we tight, your wack
if you dont like this track, then come n fight me jack
motherfucker,it aint like you might get smacked
i hurt you dawg, dont care if your white or black
homegirl was gangsta, i said i wont rob
i asked her i could sell coke so she gave me a blowjob (Pause beat)
hit your bitch, i rip your click, she lick my dick
i split your wig, you quit to quick cause i spit to sick
shits heavy like a crack truck
im ready to fight wack fucks
yall to phony, you get smacked up
yall don't know me, you should back up
what happened b, they aint really rapping g
i'm so raw, they naming butcher shops after me
rest of yall cheesy like a pizza slice
i make your own people hate you like condeliza rice
You know how i do, I ain't bowing to you
n fuck 3 strikes duke, i'm only allowing you to
never aging, i feel hate raging
a bigger crook than lawyers n real estate agents
i fight for honour, i dont battle for cream
n i never cheat to win like the italian team
Brawl with fucking daggers
"gimme a ring on my phone, thats the only time you should call yourself a rapper"
n you faggots dont know me
i'm one to point a shotty to a girl if she wont blow me
you a known phony, pass me the battery b
cause i'm about to blast your whole damn family tree
shits heavy like a crack truck
im ready to fight wack fucks
yall to phony, you get smacked up
yall don't know me, you should back up
fuck the law, we like a army reserve
kill your fam, give yall what you fucking deserve
every hour, equipped with lyrical power
put holes in the heads of the criminal cowards
grab a shank, give a good look to your ribs
let's murder single momthers who took all of the kids
a fucking madman, i kill psycho bitches?
having a nervous breakdown like micheal richards
i eat you rappers, you just eatible punk
i'm fed up, becoming the incredible hulk
we rob your dough n your cake, i know that you fake
the dro got me baked, i throw you hoe in a lake
fuck the dough that you make, i'm beinding n scaring ginos
with a mind more evil than quentin tarantino
i smack you around like i had ping pong skills
start dictating your crew like i was kim jong ill
i puff till my eyes are bleeding
yall is killers till you wake up n realize you dreaming
you crossed the line, you in the deep end coward
come to t- dot, get pushed off the CN tower
shits heavy like a crack truck
im ready to fight wack fucks
yall to phony, you get smacked up
yall don't know me, you should back up