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Me and this icepick it's noting
Stab him so fast it like
I'm tatted up his belly button
This nigga know what I'm about
No need to brake in nigga
I'm already in your house
He there sleeping on the couch
I got two twin hammers
Like bananas and pajamas
And the bullets
Dancing in your mouth
Who you know that's crazy
And deranged as him
Y'all niggas nuts macadamia
Walnut chestnuts
On an open fire
Knife thru your
Skin like a hot wire
Swear to god he
Scream I'm on fire
So stop drop and roll down
The hill like a hot Tire
My man you not fire
You might be good with words
But you're a great liar
It's not hard to get by her
Pussy free I don't buy her
She keep a good grip on
My nuts like a pair of pliers
I'm mr number 1
To brake the rules
The world's greatest handyman
Good with any tool
Sticking balls in her pocket
Like we playing pool
Never play me
As a fucking fool
I'll shoot you walk
Off playing cool
You like making moves
You can be my mule
Got a hundred
And one reasons
Why I'm so
Cruel Ella DeVille
This nigga lying about
Carrying the steel
He don't got money
All he do is steal
I'm the predator
Your face get peeled
Shooting niggas
From a hundred
Yards is my basic skill
And I'm top-tier
Disrespect me we
Going a fight right here
Your bitch need plumbing
I got a pipe right here
10 inches long
8 inches width
Need two bitchs
To suck this dick
Rest in peace tiny lister
I got this brick
I can turn chinese
And chop this shit
Or reconstruct
Your face with it
Your glassjaw
I'm breaking it
Your money
I'm not taking it
We already know you
Broke nigga stop faking it
I rather steal his
Car that's the shit I like
Can anybody tell me where
This nigga park his bike
I take his bike throw it
In the back of the SUV
Unexpected is what you
Should expect from me
You a lame in the game
No respect from me
And I'll dick your
Bitch down disrespectfully
All I hear from you rappers
Is i might might might
I do what I say
Cuz I'm that type
Only thing he good
For he can
Write write write
Put down the pen pick up
Your fist and let's
Fight fight fight
Me and you will
Never get along
I'm in the streets
You in the house
Watching Lamb
Chop play-along
You don't understand
Such a beast
I'm breaking down keys
He's learning how to count
From Sesame Street
He go out with his mom
He got a hold her hand
My mom send me out to
Learn how to be a grown man
Niggas better get it right
I had to fight a grown man
Before i learn how to fight
Once or twice I got a black eye
But I'm still undefeated
Nigga do you want to try
He a gangster I'm ask him why
Only thing he killed was time
And roaches and
Don't fucking lie
Pussy nigga I
Should fuck you up
If I say get your gun up
This nigga put his hands up
You want to do
This for the fans
Before I knock him out whoa
Doing the hammer dance
Yall want to see if it's true
Let's play truth or dare
Swang on me I dear you
