I'm Sorry For Your Inconvenience

Smoked out
Rolled out
Finger itchin on the Tommy
I might drop a body
Fuck this rap shit
It's a fuck you to
Everybody
Who said that I couldn't be
On my shit
Look, Slixx out the pits
He don't give a fuck about your bitch

If you want me for my money
Then you want me for my name
Might just change the game
And Make a couple bands
Then switch a lane
Make a mil
And cop a house
What's your talkin been about?
Got your my dick
Inside your bitches tonsils
Til she gotta bounce

Grab the revolver
Like Russian roulette
Grippin the k and
You know that I'm ready to play
So I Ride with the blade
And I'm Runnin the fade
But you runnin away huh

Back off
Mothafucker back off
And take off
Pass the dope
I don't mean bath salts
Now
I'm an asshole
From the motherfuckin gutter
14th street junkie came to leave a cutter huh
For that wrist
Fuck a cop
Fuck a pig
Fuck the government
Til The day
I Rest In Peace



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Writer(s): Slixx Slixx
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