by csw621 » Oct 14th, '14, 21:16
Verses Eminem probably couldn't write
Somehow, some way Holla nigga, you know about Dogg-ay (Snoop Dogg)
Now let me cut these niggas up and show em where the fuck I'm coming from
I get the party cracking from the shit that I be spitting, son
Hit-and-run, get it done; get the funds, split and run Got about fifty guns and I love all of 'em the same, bang bang
Damn baby girl what's your name I forgot, what'd you say it was Damn a nigga buzzed
Hanging in the club with my nephew Eminem What up cuz
The Great White American Hope Done hooked up
With the King of the motherfucking West Coast, baby
I'm the Head Nigga In Charge, I'm watching you move
You're found dead in your garage with ten o'clock news coverage
Gotta love it cause I expose the facade Your little lungs is too small to hotbox with Gods
All jokes aside, come bounce with us Standing over you with a twelve gauge, about to bust
It's like ashes to ashes and dust to dust I might leave in the bodybag, but never in cuffs
So who do you trust, they just not rugged enough When things get rough I'm in the club shooting with Puff
Bitch please, you must have a mental disease Assume the position and get back down on your knees, come on
Fuck that! Who run shit once these drums hit? You dove headfirst into some old dumb shit
Here's a can of asswhip, for you to come get Yo' click made they trip, I make them hoes suck mint
Ask them girl, they know the scoop, don't fuck with Bugz bitch I chop off her titty, have you sucking one tit
Them pink belly niggas, is who you run wit Making half-ass songs, shitty snares and one kick
I hate yo' damn sound, don't like it one bit~! You could make a double album, won't have one hit
Your entire outfit, is on some bullshit And there's not a damn one that I can't outwit
I ad-mit, that my style is unfit For momma's baby boy, because I'm on some dumb shit
Like I commit, larceny, give harm quick You pull the alarm switch I stab you in your armpit
Now who the nitwit wanna come get wit This egotistic Hip Hop fundamentalistic? Don't risk it, you get your shit split
Now keep your distance, and keep existence I'm persistent when it comes to bent shit
I smoke a, blunt with my judge right before my sentence I'm relentless, to deny is senseless
Yo' bitch paid my bill, that's where the hell yo' rent went
I was raised by drunks, so I became a drunk Eighty proof on that vodka, that's the name I want
I'm in the club to beef, you gotta murder me there Only talk to a bitch with burgundy hair
Or the aisle in the back, bump a seven deuce See that top on that 40, you know it's comin' loose
See me on the Av. daily, we runnin' this shit If your chick get loud, I g-money that bitch
Packin mags and clips, I'll smash your clique Because of Proof they put the "G" in the alphabet
Smoking weed, drinking Henny, Remy, and that Jimmy Don't worry if we run out the corner store got plenty
When I get dusted, I like to spread the blood like mustard Trust it, my hardcore rain leaves you rusted
Move over Lucifer, I'm more ruthless, huh Leave you toothless, you'll kibbitz, I'll flip it
Tears don't affect me, I hit 'em with the TEC G's disrespect me, my potency is deadly
I'm shooting babies, no ifs ands or maybes Hit mommy in the tummy if the hooker plays a dummy
Slit the wrist of little sis, after she sucked the dick I stabbed her brother with the icepick
Because he wanted me to fuck him from the back But Smalls don't get down like that
Got your father hiding in a room, fucked him with the broom Slit him down the back and threw salt in the wound
Who you think you're dealing with? Anybody step into my path is fuckin' feeling it!
Hardcore, I got it sucked like a pussy Stab ya 'til you're gushy, so please don't push.. me
I'm using rubbers so they won't trace the semen The black demon, got the little hookers screaming
Because you know I love it young, fresh and green With no hair in between, know what I mean?
Your skin's your travelin' bag of your existence Yours is shabby and scab while mines glistenin'
Vivid on my skin how many continents I’ve visit then You could journey with me to different places by listenin'
Shittin' on 'em, ya brother got it covered We can slug it, knuckle it however you want I love it
A hustler's wit, the grit the grind My genetic code make-up, murderer by design
On mayan calendar time when night meets day I’m in a light grey Bugatti like a high-speed chase
Adrenaline like jogger the jump in rope in place The Muhammad Ali hobbies no pilates tryna keep the ocean by me
Hit a rich man’s wife see what these hoes can buy me Lookin' forward but it’s nice to see the road behind me
Hotel’s a seven star, baguette's glowin' Keep your lid yet dawg the private jet boeing topless
Niggas that take no for an answer, get told no Yeah, I been told no, but it was more like no, no, no
Life's a bitch, met her, fuck you if you let her Better come better than better to be a competitor
This vet is ahead of the shit is all redder, you deader and deader A medic instead of the cheddars and credda
Settle vendetta with metal beretta from ghetto to ghetto Evidence, nope, never leave a shred-of
I got the soul of every rapper in me, love me or hate me My mom's got raped by the industry and made me
I'm the illest nigga ever, I told you I get more pussy than them dyke bitches Total
Want beef, nigga? Pbbt, you better dead that shit My name should be Can't-Believe-That-Nigga-Said-That-Shit
Probably sayin' he ain't a killer, but I'm killin' myself Smoke death, fuck bitches raw, on the kitchen floor
So think what I'mma do to you, have done to you Got niggas in my hood who'd do that shit for a blunt or two
What you wanna do, cocksuckers, we Glock busters 'til the cops cuff us, we'll start ruckus and drop blockbusters
Round the clock hustlers, you cannot touch us I'm getting wires niggas wanting me dead, wanting my head
You think it could be something I said?
(Some of these might be unpopular opinions.)
#teamitaliansausage #EncorefamNever hit someone unless you got a reason. If there ain't a reason, make one up and start swinging.