When there's beef whoo I come
Through with the cray troops
Rip up your fucking legs turn
Them jeans to daisy dukes
Spray your trucks, spray your coops
Spray your Kawasaki bikes
Starting hockey fights - Tyson
Lefts Rocky rights your moms a khaki dyke
Your father dress in drag
Stick out his chest and brag
How he molest a fag like father like son
Bet you rock Victoria Sec's sit
On the toilet then leak
And take it raw up your cheeks
Tonight I might just take a buddha spot
Dread better take me to the pot
Ain't no killer I just shoot a lot
I ain't no boxer I just punch a lot
Jabbing niggas in they belly's got them
Spitting up they lunch alot
Fuck a Merry Christmas
Yo thats the terror day
My father was murdered that night
So I don't celebrate
If santa hit my chimney
With them bozo clothes ima make the 44 blow
Fill his fat ass full of holes holes holes

Why you play knowing that my style is Y2K
You can die today
Nigga there's a price to pay fight for game
We could bounce from night to day
Cause only one of us is leaving alive, ok?

Who wanna wrestle Chris aka Pun the exorcist
Your neck can twist like an owl
When I piledrive it's effortless
Who next to get suplexed off the roof ledge
20 feet in the ground pass the blueprints
Life's long
But cut it off short trying to fight strong
You soft think you can handle the
Force of the 24 inch pythons strike one
I cut out your eyes and leave you Ray Charles
Strike two, you outta here nigga
This ain't baseball it's hardcore - for my
Street rapping outlaws
Quick to clap something
But rather go out with the South Force
South Bronx niggas got it tone
I shoved the shotty chrome up a nigga ass
Like a motherfucking maricon
Cause daddy's home
Kids, don't make me lie to you
Cause everybody can die right now, Mommy too

Aiyyo I respect ho's who scam food stamps
Wics and shit
Also work a nine-to-five driving
Whips and shit
Gasing niggas for their chips and shit
? laps tops getting over on
Some offense em shit
You might think I be promoting this
Songs here for the selling how we live
Some work, some are career felons
We laugh at house-a-dity ho's and
Niggas geling not conceded
But Ill show you the feist
That reduce the swelling
When my moneys involved
Yo anybody's for the snaking
Some niggas who may think is yo fams
The ones thats faking
Lemme find out, dadd'ys stealin my bacon
You see me pull a 9 and start
Poppin like I'm Turbo from "Breakin'"
I had that cat folding
Rolling aces no faking talk this
Dump him in the furnace in the basement
With no traces
Im a hit em first then pay off
A witness to spit a verse
To get rid of his dental work
Do ya'll niggas think it will work
Well ima make ya'll believers cause
I'll be damned cuz moneys comin
Up short like the Keeblers
I make ya'll feel in some breathers
See Sherrif with the heaters
Six in your piece
Leave the shells line your toes like Adidas
This nigga is off the meters
Yrical Glocks, gunnin dem down
Too many Big and Pacs running around
Its just me and the 400 pound
Sunkiss with original sounds
Repping the Bronx, huh you know we mean now

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