Don't sleep on this or I'll make the bed bugs bite
hurrr we go..
Spit sixteen quick, a strict sick scene slick//
The one sickenin', tongue twistin' scheme rips dreams to strips//
When I switch screens and scripts, stay stiff, scream and skip//
Cause if you trip, I seen you slip, can't mix my stream with bliss//
Too mean to miss, I smoke the spliff, the green, the gift//
You smoke the sticks, the seeds, the shit, the ecstasy is mixed//
I make it hard to breathe, like a breeze in Everest, see the mist?//
I live for reasons, nah I'm not heathen, why would you even risk?//
If you beefin', leave you stitched, I'll fuckin' cleave you where you sit//
And just for bleedin' on my kicks, on the street you'll get beat with bricks//
Grip the heater if I flip, sic the reaper to ya clique...//
For some reefer, sweep ya with some clips, like Jeter when it hit//
Got the fever, leave a tip, or get frisked, then I'm slittin' either wrist//
Swift to succeed, achieve a niche, I'm a leader and a prick//
Trick tricks to strip, but when bitch needin' me to please her clit//
I put the penis in her lips, let her lick the semen out my dick//
sååå 16 rader and I'm out!!
Glöm inte,
Hit me with some feed or act like bitch and leave