8/24

Studied all art's of war
So when its time
For mark's and gor
I make a sick slick splatter
And slit you with a quick dagger

Stab you in the front
Before you stab me in the back
Make you a bitch faster

Dig you a ditch after
Under root's
So they cant find you

Im rollin this tree so fat
You know that
I cant lie too

Trunk full of trouble
Pocket's full of ruble
Im flipping these damn pie's
On the spot on a double

The glock to the floor
Im shooting double handed
Making me
Ambidextrously dangerous

With a poke
In my left pocket
Im poking a shanky

Stabbing nigga's in the throat
Im slittin the jugular blandly
Hold ya knot's in ya hand
Im running through the jungle naked

Make a couple thots hold their hair
While im blasting under blanket's
Make your center cold

I hold the best card's
It's time to fold
When ya chest falls its time to go

Cause if you stay long
Im gonna blow
9 millimeter tips at the hip

You and brodie just some hoe's
Hozie's with no poles
Foes with some clothe's
And Joe's with a nose

Like some rat's in the well water
Stick together Fair warnin

Should've stood home
And took care of ya kid's
No half steppin this work
No rap cappin the word's

You's a worm and a goat
And Im the Shepherds servant
Serving Shepards pie
And it hurts him

When his two Son's don't Believe
Nor have Faith in Thee
But grab a cake and bead's

Like some fairytale
You's some fkn heathen's
Why ya fuckin breathin

Coke in ya nose still
And you still fuckin sneezing
Parental advisory
I would take advise of ya step's

Take in mind of these rep's
And set's that I met

A's to the Z's baby
Stay on ya knee's
Pray for another day
Pray for your leave

The sod cut low
No snake's in the grass
And the cod running low
So I bait em and I splash

Make a bot run slow
Wheres 10% in cash
For making me wait
For ya 2 little rats
And the fuckin devil gon crash

I cant wait until I make his brain
Smash on the slab
With a pain from the past

Fuck a leash
No chain in this game
Im free at last

Triple c
Cause ima cock times 3
A rock times 3
Rub them together
And they gon cock like me

Slicc Vic the dick
Im like Kodak
But I bop by she
And she ya main dish
So you know i gotta slop by 3

Don't worry my son
This some ammo from a 22
Left over from last years brunch

Hatin nigga's killed pop
So I revenge with the steel
A baby pistol
To put you nigga's
Bye bye in the cradle

And I tuck you in
With the blanket's
From the rest of the kid's
From the thot's
That we talked about earlier

Never forget whos ya Father
He a hec of a guy
But here's a lil message you guy's

You gon hold my pocket's
When I walk through the lunch room
And pull my chair out

Then you go back to ya lil dungeon
To cut that stepped on shit
You been passing out
That shit garbage nigga

Come correct
Or don't fucking come at all nigga
Ima fuckin A baby
Remember that