spit truth no question. cocked deuce rip through ur section.
i drop jewels. yall niggas drop balls, sit on the bench son
then have your bitch droppin her draws - slip in her wet sponge
hair yanked, ass clap, while you .. filming the session
i'm filthy. head of the pack, fag, play your position
the kid is gifted, i gotta translate lyrics
my rhymes so fly .. i spit that shit in damn plane english
yea you came a long way your life is sad and bitter
so on that road to success watch me cry you a river
i should show you my check, watch me style u nigga
even that bitch Beyonce couldn't rival my figures
stay wild with the triggers, pawtna my style delivers
like doc kavorkian, better forfeit or i rile your liver
stay scheming. my rhymes plot, lines devour your litter
ion fuck with lyin cheaters, i'm rotweilin. you bitter
sour grapes muhfucker, well reknown as a quitter
golden shower on your daughter then plow the bitch after
im a dark lord, witches feed me tits, asses
no bitchassness, yall "bitch" as fuck! have ur bitch ass fucked
with diseased mushroom head orderin "Bitch, ass up!!"
yall trash. what? talk that shit and get your dad touch
fuck your fat slut
pork the bitch; im goin ham on her fat cunt
intervene and get slapped up.
its monster mash, cuz.
im playing monster role, and you just flat stuff.