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So sick and tired of killing pussy ass rappers My machete sharp like Steve Harvey Rap toast with green coffee Hot headed blow steam off me I can hear that cream calling Cash rules that's bad news I feel stuck like tattoos I'm going nuts like cashews I'm going dumb like baboons I'm with the shits like bathrooms Turnt up like classrooms Get high with a bad bitch We ducked off like half moons You niggas trash like raccoons Turned off like bad tunes Samurai with this rap shit Come take a look at my stab wounds Eat a rapper with no spoon Drop bombs with no boom Smoking weed in a backroom Pass out from the gas fume Bag full like vacuums Bass hit like good dope Hard body like Mayweather Cold-blooded like Rambo Pistol grip with no handle Slide on you no sandals Watch ya mouth cause I'm from the south Where they blow u out no candles and They change on you like channels Scheme on you with scandals Niggas hate by the handful Till your empire dismantled I go to war in a mantle I chop heads with a big sword I f*ck it up like a discord Your rap career get destroyed So sick and tired of killing pussy ass rappers So sick and tired of killing pussy ass rappers I'm in the cutt like a chainsaw Penetrate like a paint ball Bloody red on a white shirt You aint wiping that stain off Where the hell is my brain yall I been going insane yall Clean the blood from the crime scene Wipe my face with the same cloth Still rap with a slit throat Double edged utensil Feel the burn from the hot lead Coming out of my pencil Brain cycle like menstrual Words cutt like ginsu Better give me my recognition Cause you don't know what I've been through Forced out like ginu so mcs on my menu Eat rappers like hindu Leave blood all in your venue Hog tie then skin you Country boy in a pig pen Jumped off of the deep end Homicide in the pretense Sharpen up my beak and my claws All on my feet then Analyze your defense Fly in with the east wind Sharp talon on weak skin Flame thrower that's sad news I'm in the mix like ragu Going cashews like Papoose So sick and tired of killing pussy ass rappers So sick and tired of killing pussy ass rappers Broke glass on the front steps Dead body on the back porch Smoke a rapper like Kool shorts Fold a rapper like passports Still bucking like Broncos Chop heads like Tonto Pass the weed like Rondo Where did all my time go I'm a giant like Saquon Hood nigga like Trayvon First I add my flavor Then I cook a rapper like Raekwon I'm so cold my flow froze You better have your skates on These dope quotes I don't choke and Never ride with my brakes on Rude rapper no manners Im going nuts like planters Rich bitch like Rick James With three hoes like Santa Picture that with no camera She just make me want her no fanta Cowgirl name Hannah With a camouflage bandana Spit flame like dragons Rhymes heavy like baggage Shock the world like static Im on top like attics I never bend like water and I put it all on my daughter My style has no father I make rappers fall like autumn So sick and tired of killing pussy ass rappers So sick and tired of killing pussy ass rappers
Sanatçı: J Holmes
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