...too late...already slugging his face...
got a nigga thinking...why the fuck am I crushing this grape...?...
i mean nothins at steak...except your body in the fire...covered in flames...
you a sweet mufukka...no wonder you ate...
lying to yaself...you think young is an age...
naw son...its a cumbersome phrase...used by niggas making moves...
who ain't reach they peak...and still running the game...
stop talking like you knowing the streets...
only thing fruitier than ya shirts...is ya colorful speech...
Peanut looking slouch headed...gas bag...
you scored less with ya bitch...than ya ASVAB...
an emotional thug...that rocks glasses...
doing 25 on the autobahn...scared that he might crash it...
yeah...when the weapons drawn...never test the god...
dog...you'll need a vest to brawl...when the teks involved...
and we'll see which kills you faster...bullets...or your cholesterol...
kid...ya crew has been over...
yall just a couple of whores...refusing to bend over...
I mean who really respects Acidic...?...
when half the niggas claiming it's dominance...up and left inna minute...
giving shouts to Dutch is cute...
but it must hurt...for collabs...he never comes to you...
mad cause I bumps the truth...
ya flow aint perfect...its just like ya face...filled with bumps and grooves...
u can't test...my confidence alone...overpowers ya spit...
in flix...posing like a model and shit...
u shoulda asked for a truce...
cause despite what u thought...I'm the reason ya ass has been loose...
fuck with me...and get ya mug shanked...
keep bitchin...I keep it hotter than Mexican blood banks...
u just wish...you could rip easy as well...
you sick of being nice...yeah I know...its easy to tell...
dunny...change your prescription...cause you ain't seeing the "M"...
u get stuck...repeating the "L"...
put it this way...niggas don't like your style...
they just assume you spitting heat because ya mic is loud...
get gully...or get sniped and drowned...
cause you all washed up...I just had to supply the towel...
