yall niggas need to step yall weight up because the guns to heavy
I blow ya brains off ur shoulders like i'm tommy versetti
most niggas think they hot wit the rap but they just don't listen
i stay wit bens and hamiltons but i ain't talkin about the pistons
guts in ya mouth dead in the grass motha fuckas think i'm crazy
i leave dead in the dumpster like brenda's baby
pshyco bitches all yall motha fuckas around here got issues
i kill niggas in a verse wipe ya blood up wit tissue
i keep the block hot and i ain't no damn cooker
i have nigga chest burning like a disease hooker
yall listen i killed this shit in fuckin verse
so put this shit in a casket and then the hearse
~tryout~