Track #7 (feat. A$A$PADE$ & P4TR1CK)

Locked in that cage nigga Like an animal crazy sick af bitch like a cannibal Hannibal I slurp the pussy up like it's danimals Lil bitch take da dick like an antidote Mmmmm Put a band on yo head that's commacide Bussing through the front door while ya mom inside In the underworld wit killas that's where I reside These nigga Cupa Gooding whenever it's time to ride got more bars than a slot machine I'm always hitting jackpot Pop the stashbox ima have to let the gat talk Pockets fat f*ck Peter griffin - now put these balls on yo chin bitch Call me Jesus the way a young nigga rizzin Yo girl gon please us yea we kings and we princes Scheming we take shit like the grinch did If you even in my presence take this as a lesson And if you try to snitch me and bros gon be bailin Then we gon be whalin on yo ass like the Chinese You type freeze when we pull up wit da sheistys Bite dese light beams like green beans Turn you to a veggie brains like confetti leave u throwin up blood just like spaghetti Or a gang banga if you a lane changa and if she playin games Lil nigga just hangup Red dot head shot that's peace stay up Who dat nigga who he is Das me Asa Still in the field for a qtr no endzone Lil homies look up to me like I'm him tho I shoot to kill in my city Sew em like a slaughterhouse I got homies in the pen that ain't walkin out Pulled up in the wraith sound like a holy ghost Big steppin in NY I got my timbs on Ain't shit to get yo mind blown So much money flyin in n out yo time zone Lets recalculate it oops forgot yo mind gone Real grave digger f*ck yo tombstone A slim Jim in a bitch and a bottle of whiskey Take some shots from the juice of mr Chris Farleys kidneys Crack a mf teeth and call that bitch Whitney Trippin in Houston how's it feel w me Y already know the mfin deal w me I ain't missing Slippin off the cid ya boi started seein visions Demons hunting me like a pidgeon Squabbled out like squab Stakin me out like some squirrels to a god damn dog Flyin in the middle of the road Some old lady called the popo 12 came screamin and ended up arresting some fools and they were sellin dope Now I'm at the corner store Talkin to Abesh about what just happened My boy Elias grabbed me and said I just mapped it A route to the next stop where I might stop trippin However we got pulled up on by a Karen who played the victim I said no Juked her like Kobe and punched her in the throat Now I'm runnin away (here we go) I'm on the westside w yo girl And she throwin up Still on beat when we dancin movin blowin up Pullin up like the plug when I'm rollin up And you know that's how we do it cuz I can't get enough