point blank so they can't open your casket My whole crew (got glocks on 'em) In a hurry to shoot, (like they put shot clocks on 'em) All that gossip we
it all falls down Like do ya feel the rythym and like Will ya still be livin a lie Will ya kneel and listen to yourself The only person who can peel the prison walls
camera like what? Yeah I did it like them sick white boys the court committed To the death of me, I'm spaz like I'm on Ecstasy Drop 100 bars for real
could rhyme like this, there's no challenge His Poet Laureate should pontificates balance Telencephalon olfactory lobes I had to practice When a woman has her period I smell it on
ghetto Either your mouth stay shut or get slapped with the metal Big fat rats get fried like porkchops for snitching Get your ass hung like a wall clock
like you hatin me Ask you one question, was it good? He have you on the wall like me, was it hood? You probably showed him your sexy faces, how you ride on
mean niggas switchin' sides on niggas just like that? You know me I stay with a chick on her knees And give guns away in the hood like its government cheese Spray on
play your opposition like a fullback, I got the full pack Just like a convict on lock, the beat never stop And we come on time like a clock, this is the
ALL NIGHT I fly like a vampire bat And murder people telling stories where the campe fires at BLAME IT ON THE MOONLIGHT OR BLAME IT ON THE BOOGIE I shot
choke. How could anyone want to battle me for a joke. See de tick-tock? On de body clock, I put it on stop. If you wanna come and drop a lyric, there
look at bird shit Drop on the window pane, the oxygen is cocaine It drove lots of men to die with no name I been on boats, nut down throats, pee on bitches