I think i'm just high an buzzed,
bit of this weed an ma eyes get nutts,
fuck the world in which everythin depends on lies an trust.
This is the moment when the mic get's rushed.
Rushin the mic an I flash ma ''gadget''
it's a hell on the earth when i crash with faggot,
slap that stupid punk,mash an laughed it,
out,like a crazy son of a bitch,
there's no fuckin way you gonna stop what I spit,
gimme a bitch to hop on ma dick,
suck it out quick.
You need to have balls,or must be fuckin insane to fuck with ma nitch,
all of the haters can stop bustin this shit.
Tickle me bit.
ha-ha,laugh ma fuckin ass off,
I got all what you need to be an ass-hole.
New blunt in the air,look at ma past role,
I need help,quick,I'll be makin a fast call,
to invite ma bad persona,
Bullet's so mad you gonna
end up burried alive.
Lotta people get a bitch an get married with lies,
now you shittin,second later you'll be tellin me why,
with your head in a bath thub,look at your faggidy ass,I'll be sellin it wide.
Which is makin it mine,
I'm not a faggot,just a pimp,see I'm wavin ma nine,
how am I settin this lines?
Let's start chattin with rhymes,
tell me in face all you want to,please stop yellin behind,
jealousy,blind.
Keep askin,rewind.
I'm that mean son of a bitch.I'm such a bastard,it's fine
