Machine Gun Funk
If I'm diggin the gear that you wear... I fucks with it
Steal your kicks, let you buy em back for a buck fifty
This kid is strapped and after I pull the trigger back
My spittin gats flippin caps through your silly fitted hat
Leave your head with bigger gaps than nattkrigs earings
For the simple fact you little cats shitty raps really wack
When I say you dudes is fake I don't hate on you
It's just that... you fools to scared to face the truth
Listen son, your jewels and chain don't make you cool
But goes perfectly with my Guccishades and gatorshoes (thx!)
I'm already famous, kid.. you'll never get a labeldeal
Cause I watch your career end quicker than Kramers did
I hate the scene, that's why I'm always drunk in the bar
And fuck a barfight.. you'll end up in the trunk of my car
I'm sniffin caine and smokin crack with Bobby Brown
after I split your brain with tokin Macs and Tommyguns
Fuck a pistol and fuck the Virginia Tech shooter...
I'll go to Virginia, get a Tech and shoot the next school up
"Tried to freeze time that's why I iced the face of my watch" - AZ
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