Slick Triggah - The Funeral
Go fuck yo´self you bitchass punk! //
We aint homies ,we dont share bunks//
You faggets go skinny dippin and share trunks!//
Ya´lla buncha scared punks! Fuckin chumps!//
I ain´t never seen you reppin sumthin real once!//
Imma elaborate on tha situation that ure in//
I´m standin there, pointin at yo head with a Mac 10//
This aint a game hoe, N u cant cheat//
Puttin on yo fucked up attitudes accin hard,
like you think you can´t get murked in da street!//
Real talk 4 u internetgoons, who ya foolin?//
You fronted on my dawg, and he gave you a schoolin!//
So call me Rick Ross, this shit is deeper than rap//
6 feet? Naah! I´mma put ya deeper than that!//
I know your mad cuz my man getz mad props//
You tryina hurt us with keys, that´s weaker than diary pad locks!//
Now go to the cemetary and pick out some plots//
And I´mma pick me out a shirt, that goes with these glocks!//
Fuck some white boys, for tryina get slick with this niggah!//
I told ya before, boi! I´m SLICK with da TRIGGAH!//
Eagerly waiting to attend yo funeral. After I beat the case.//
Imma walk straight up to they caskets, and spit these faggots in they face!//
It´s dirt naps for you cowards! Imma put ya in ya place!//
Im broke,but I got a pocket full of rocks
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