10 Times Worse
I sit back in my throne make a bitch moan
When she's blowing the bone I'm still getting stoned
Grabbing tits full of silicone
Bitches chilling in my home
get their asses blown with the saxophone
In real life I run track hos
But in the rap world I smack hos
Beat up ass-holes
Light up a pack of tobacco and come at you
Like a jackal with a pack of pterodactyls
No time to have hurt feelings
When dealing with dying this time it's the real thing
There's no doubt
You get choked out
When I light up the joint the dope clouds get you smoked out
No time to have hurt feelings
When dealing with dying this time it's the real thing
There's no doubt you get choked out
When I light up the joint the dope clouds get you smoked out
Take two steps back then your cranium is cracked
I perform late abortions
It's a ruthless attack when I get a stadium packed full of corpses
Take your ass straight to the morgue bitch
Which way should I kill her
Today i got a switchblade and five A-ks to break this bitches ribs
After she gets raped kill her kids
Tie weights around her legs and throw her off a bridge
No time to have hurt feelings
Dealing with dying this time it's the real thing
No doubt you get choked out
When I light up the joint the dope clouds get you smoked out
No time to have hurt feelings
When dealing with dying this time it's the real thing
There's no doubt
You get choked out
When I light up the joint the dope clouds get you smoked out
When I pick up the pencil my raps are indispensable
Your death will be intentional
I make your death unethical
If you fuck with me then you must be a mental ho
I hit you like a lethal dose of fentanyl
Break your nose soak your clothes in ethanol
Stab you in the retinal
Kick you in the testicles
Then dispose of your body in a barrel full of biomedical synthetic chemicals
No time to have hurt feelings
When dealing with dying this time it's the real thing
There's no doubt
You get choked out
When I light up the joint the dope clouds get you smoked out
No time to have hurt feelings
When dealing with dying this time it's the real thing
There's no doubt
You get choked out
When I light up the joint the dope clouds get you smoked out
When she's blowing the bone I'm still getting stoned
Grabbing tits full of silicone
Bitches chilling in my home
get their asses blown with the saxophone
In real life I run track hos
But in the rap world I smack hos
Beat up ass-holes
Light up a pack of tobacco and come at you
Like a jackal with a pack of pterodactyls
No time to have hurt feelings
When dealing with dying this time it's the real thing
There's no doubt
You get choked out
When I light up the joint the dope clouds get you smoked out
No time to have hurt feelings
When dealing with dying this time it's the real thing
There's no doubt you get choked out
When I light up the joint the dope clouds get you smoked out
Take two steps back then your cranium is cracked
I perform late abortions
It's a ruthless attack when I get a stadium packed full of corpses
Take your ass straight to the morgue bitch
Which way should I kill her
Today i got a switchblade and five A-ks to break this bitches ribs
After she gets raped kill her kids
Tie weights around her legs and throw her off a bridge
No time to have hurt feelings
Dealing with dying this time it's the real thing
No doubt you get choked out
When I light up the joint the dope clouds get you smoked out
No time to have hurt feelings
When dealing with dying this time it's the real thing
There's no doubt
You get choked out
When I light up the joint the dope clouds get you smoked out
When I pick up the pencil my raps are indispensable
Your death will be intentional
I make your death unethical
If you fuck with me then you must be a mental ho
I hit you like a lethal dose of fentanyl
Break your nose soak your clothes in ethanol
Stab you in the retinal
Kick you in the testicles
Then dispose of your body in a barrel full of biomedical synthetic chemicals
No time to have hurt feelings
When dealing with dying this time it's the real thing
There's no doubt
You get choked out
When I light up the joint the dope clouds get you smoked out
No time to have hurt feelings
When dealing with dying this time it's the real thing
There's no doubt
You get choked out
When I light up the joint the dope clouds get you smoked out
Credits
Writer(s): Tony Reddekopp
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