Could it just be that these chicks are ridiculous in the headsGettin' smacked by bricks till they shred to deads, leave them for bread instead
Could it just be that these hoes have psychotic flows that are chaotic... I suppose?
Snitches don't know how I get around, put 'em in a body bag underground, leave 'em to drown
Could it just be that these clowns wanna get whats mine, pull out they spine is my design
I'll murder your words of hate, slaughter your guts and fate, get it straight
Knock you out, block you out, without a doubt when I pout, you know what it's about
Better leave me alone, or I'll leave you un-known, outta town, without a bone
Outta sight, the end of night, ropes are tight, the light ain't bright
I'll throw you 20 feet below, ready to flow, until I glow, you'll die slow
No forgiveness for the sickness in this, you piss this, now kiss this bliss goodbye
Made yourself feel so high on your own supply, now you cry and die in the sky
Its war biaa me and you, kick you to the floor, beatin' that whore, hard to ignore my roar
Still hardcore, smack her head in the door, want some more, don't care anymore
Damage your brain, pump poison in your veins, I'm so insane, watch the blood drain
Now you in pain, I'm insane again, a strain in my brian thatleft you in the rain ...
WRITTEN BY PRINZA... IN A BAD MOOD
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