Yeah, we got this, huh?
Don't you know that was gonna die so I'm not gonna spend a fuck
So keep doing the fucking voice for the day, man
Yeah
And when I packed me a girl
And oh, when I was young
I jumped the feet in the niggas up, niggas up to play all I tuned
Motherfuckers get hunged
My billet weighs a ton
The Gordon Block gun
The valley of the swung
That cannibalistic nigga that got that 9mm to gun
That nigga, that nigga, that got them motherfuckers on the run
They thought that I was gun
But which is not the one
To go out from a gunshot wound
Nigga, I'm not done that soon
Bitches, they come
But not just like the rest
Pop one in the chest
Shoot a war vest
And over the bloody mess
Pumping off the cess
Dealing with the stress
Killing off the less
Fortunate, but they trip
When my 9 gets sick
The niggas either die
Or still stuck on my dick
Cause I'm that nigga that they call rich
I got the niggas seen and for my shit
I empty pics
Drinking fuck with that spliftonist
The nigga that killed for the reason
It's the season of the sick
That's why I got the urge
To shoot that pussy flick
And kill up that im-
Trick
So what is my intent?
To show the motherfuckers
Livin' life ain't shit
I guess they gettin' real sick
And eatin' bloody clit
The baby killer shit
Put them in the grave and they empty 40 hours bottle
And don't leave the drip
Cause livin' with that triple six
You run the fuck the devil
When there's nothing eat the shit out of this bitch
And I admit
My brain is kinda sick
But now I'm like Jay Yammer
I'm chewing up all the evidence
And I kill to cure my fit
Then you make me fix
The fightin' to the skin ricks
That sick niggas so sick
Livin' dead ever sick
Yeah, down in the middle of the sickness is
The sickness is
When you like your money
And you dig it hard
When you like your money
You should suck it outside to kick
That's the motherfuckin' state
If you got motherfuckers gonna be this shit
They gonna be a bunch of shit people
Don't get the money
I take my mouth up about that notch
And chip the feedin' dirt
Pussy-clit
I make it sick
But it's that season
So my reason is legit
I'm havin' sh-fitch
I dream of beatin' bloody pussy-clit
Since I was six
I beatin' for dead
Pussy on my dick
I got the shit
Meanin' I don't give a shit about your VH
That nigga, that's from that plot, killin' up that Coxle nigga
Shit, baby barbecue, ribs and guts and uh
Don't let me get too deep, cryin' baby nuts, sluts
You ain't out like a dachies, cookin' teeth, hurt
I put a damp neck, string out and straight, puttin' work
It wouldn't work without that sick, so page a nigga quick
So I can tell you some of that shit and have you murderin' your VH
Cause me in triple six, grew up fuckin' bitches up to gut
With that knob on the meter, flexin' up the sick
Picture this, pussy meat ripped in a pan
Full of niggas nuts and guts and intestines and shit
I guess that you went on that flip, the sick
They just can't understand it, it's no outlandish
Chewin' up niggas nuts up to cure my fit
They human meat, fixed, right into the skin
Rips that sick niggas, so sick, livin' dead at the sticks
