Golan & Globus
Spit real game
I'll blast on you as you pass on through
Catch you right where you stand
Spit real game
I'll blast on you as you pass on through
Catch you right where you stand
Spit real game
I'll blast on you as you pass on through
Catch you right where you stand
yo yo yo yo
Leave you frugal quicker than eager shooters so bleeding tumors
Squeezing screaming Uzi's at schemeing losers at peter lugers
Goons with Ak's & Suv's Creeps with eagles and ubers
Shoot across yo blue Subaru
Pursuing you with Rugers
This is slashochist with masochist acid?
Gritty witty big titty sarcastic bitches with the flashy nipples
Ask my fist to walk upon n' blast a pistol
Embrace your Satan like when Metallica moved the band to Frisco
I spit murder like the ghost of Clint Burton
rockin' kids'll mosh in tents like a pistol poppin'
Surrounded by savage chrome & assassins roam
Laughable stay flammable like Acetone
Made by? in his labratory
The grafter leper suicide is manditory
Sharpen the Capricorn horns of manible sworn
G's overseas like a Hasselhoff song
Spit real game
I'll blast on you as you pass on through
Catch you right where you stand
Spit real game
I'll blast on you as you pass on through
Catch you right where you stand
Spit real game
I'll blast on you as you pass on through
Catch you right where you stand
Yo it's a war and I was born for it
Rugers will turn your soul to ether
Smash your muthafuckin' bones in half like when you fold a pizza
Have to hold the heater cuz I blast when I'm in the Rome with Cesar
On the road to Gizza
Beautiful like catch? roasted features
Hold the oldest teacher that control
the holy only creature
Blow the fuckin' speaker with the vocal of a soul less leader
My gats the only feature my raps' a Mona Lisa
A whack verse to me is likely as a colder b?
You got a '22 but do a lot of chopper talk
Me I'm armed to the teeth I'll let this fuckin' chopper bark
You make pill poppin' music pussy knock it off
Beat em' to submission & then kick em' like a soccer ball
Having everybody watching em' bleed
Have to teach you mothafuckas how to talk to your seed
I'm from where young boys stash crack in they socks
And pop out on muthafuckas like a jack in a box Dummy
Spit real game
I'll blast on you as you pass on through
Catch you right where you stand
Spit real game
I'll blast on you as you pass on through
Catch you right where you stand
Spit real game
I'll blast on you as you pass on through
Catch you right where you stand
I'll blast on you as you pass on through
Catch you right where you stand
Spit real game
I'll blast on you as you pass on through
Catch you right where you stand
Spit real game
I'll blast on you as you pass on through
Catch you right where you stand
yo yo yo yo
Leave you frugal quicker than eager shooters so bleeding tumors
Squeezing screaming Uzi's at schemeing losers at peter lugers
Goons with Ak's & Suv's Creeps with eagles and ubers
Shoot across yo blue Subaru
Pursuing you with Rugers
This is slashochist with masochist acid?
Gritty witty big titty sarcastic bitches with the flashy nipples
Ask my fist to walk upon n' blast a pistol
Embrace your Satan like when Metallica moved the band to Frisco
I spit murder like the ghost of Clint Burton
rockin' kids'll mosh in tents like a pistol poppin'
Surrounded by savage chrome & assassins roam
Laughable stay flammable like Acetone
Made by? in his labratory
The grafter leper suicide is manditory
Sharpen the Capricorn horns of manible sworn
G's overseas like a Hasselhoff song
Spit real game
I'll blast on you as you pass on through
Catch you right where you stand
Spit real game
I'll blast on you as you pass on through
Catch you right where you stand
Spit real game
I'll blast on you as you pass on through
Catch you right where you stand
Yo it's a war and I was born for it
Rugers will turn your soul to ether
Smash your muthafuckin' bones in half like when you fold a pizza
Have to hold the heater cuz I blast when I'm in the Rome with Cesar
On the road to Gizza
Beautiful like catch? roasted features
Hold the oldest teacher that control
the holy only creature
Blow the fuckin' speaker with the vocal of a soul less leader
My gats the only feature my raps' a Mona Lisa
A whack verse to me is likely as a colder b?
You got a '22 but do a lot of chopper talk
Me I'm armed to the teeth I'll let this fuckin' chopper bark
You make pill poppin' music pussy knock it off
Beat em' to submission & then kick em' like a soccer ball
Having everybody watching em' bleed
Have to teach you mothafuckas how to talk to your seed
I'm from where young boys stash crack in they socks
And pop out on muthafuckas like a jack in a box Dummy
Spit real game
I'll blast on you as you pass on through
Catch you right where you stand
Spit real game
I'll blast on you as you pass on through
Catch you right where you stand
Spit real game
I'll blast on you as you pass on through
Catch you right where you stand
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Writer(s): Luviner Vincent
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