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Spray like a geyser at yo firestone tires,
despised by wired liars cuz I packs a heat miser,
I'm mister melt the ice off ya wrist quick then slit it,
slipped this shit in what i'm sippin,
been tipped since the beginnin,
I slice from ear to ear when I see a goon grinnin,
roll dice with the mice and bet ya pastor's still sinnin,
still choppin coke when the swat raid the spot,
they don't know about the plot, and the gats that I got,
turn red dots into red ink blots watch,
the 9s 45s drop the AR cuz its hot,
read "Art of War" through the scope, spark notes,
spark those Backwoods,
semi automatic, slaughter habbit, silly rabbit,
I see your smiff-n-wesson so I think I'll go and grab it,
and pistol whip the piss out of you goddamnit,
I'm tossin mags serving brain damage
like a fucking savage,
nabbing all your fucking cabbage,
on the fucking average,
its the one kid sicc lunatic syndacite,
with the whole tool kit, bout to swig shit wig split,
gimme a pound of lines, then I might rap,
or pull a nigga out a moving Cadillac,
I'm a pretty twisted cat, where's your iddy biddy strap?
see a jimmy hat, that I left, on ya momma's back