VIOLENCE

Got trapped, Then I got the flipflop Got trapped in the bar Hopped in the car, going real far Got trapped, the door locked Gotta butterfly His name was flock, Gotta name, gotta There's a WWE player, His name is The Rock Gotta rock, thrown at the window, It busted like nothing happened You couldn't even hear it, You couldn't hear it like silence When your gotta-- When your fighting, its called Violence El, oh my lor--ord, trap in the car That's where I'm at, its locked up Locked up in prison wit all my mans Then I'm in the car rolling down the street Gotta bitch up on my meat, on me Ima punch that bitch in the face with my log Oh my lawd, than ima pick that bitch head up And lay it on my crotch Punch that bitch in the back of her head, kill her Run the shit like that, ima choke a pill Then ima die, overdose in the yard Punch that bitch, In the back of the head Rip her wig off? Eat it Punch that meat in yo face, You gon beat it Ima get pulled over by the cop, Ima get put in court and ima beat it, BITCH