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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #1,216
Peak in subgenre #29
Author
FATAL NYGHTMARE
Rights
2006 G Style Entertainment
Uploaded
June 18, 2006
Track Files
MP3
MP3 2.8 MB • 128 kbps • 3:04
Lyrics
I'll murder your click bitch you aint-worth-shit/
Die slow but the muthafuckin gage-squirts-quick/
And I spray-first-bitch, you aint tryna-see-me/
Soundin more like a bitch with every line-that-he-speak/
I'll break that ass down like you smacked-wit-a-batter-ram/
Take your Taliban lookin ass back-to-Afghanistan/
Tell me why this kid's actin tough like he-sick/
Cruisin wit a carload of dicks in daddy's G-6/
Weak-bitch, I must convince you fags-to-save-your-vocals/
I dissed Ace & now you playin Captain-Save-A-Homo/
Your shit is ass.. and plus, this fake is actin-fraud/
How he gonna own a G6.. he don't even have-a-job/
He's a bitch-dog, pissed-off cuz he can't-hang/
And the smoke from my barrel's the only time we seein Black-Haze/
Man the only way he'd 'cum' 'sick' is if he 'had-AIDS'/
Which he may obtain by givin head to Ace backstage/
That's-gay.. don't even look for justification/
My heat leaves no evidence , I grab the guns-&-erase-em/
With no patience I'm blazin these bitches, they don't want no funk-wit-me/
I'll slice that ass up and gut em like some pumpkin-seeds/
You want-it-G? I don't think so.. You see-me-&-book/
And you fags sound as whack as that bitch singing-your-hook/
You bitches shoulda thought twice before makin-ya-track/
Cuz the only thing hard about you is what you take-in-ya-ass/
You thought I was done? Bitch you betta think-twice/
I call this shit 'friendly fire'.. Why? Because this heat's-nice/
Let's get it straight.. they aint straight, this-punk-is-gay/
I know you slow but check it, I'm bout to pick-up-the-pace/
I roll deep-on-you-bitches, put heat-to-ya-britches/
I'm rockin yo spot with a glock you get popped with the shot & I leave-you-in-ditches/
I'm keepin-it-viscious, you peepin-the-pimpin/
I believe-you-is-endin, I see-you-pretendin/
Get beat-for-contendin the heat-I'm-dispensin/
Delete-you-in-minutes, I see-no-incentives/
You pussies is sweeter than cookies that Kiebler-invented/
Get beat-to-an-endin, put a piece-to-ya-head-&/
Leave peace-time-diminished.. ya weak-rhymes-are-finished/
You don't want it when I'm gunnin & dumpin cuz this menace from the East-Side's-demented/
