Flesh keepin it wicked kickin em up bitch flippin his tongue hit em up now he? so deadly then if he want some come get hung



I? gonna get wicked kickin?it, scriptures of my anthem. Run it quick like a phantom when I plant ?m. I done sent them to the grand champion, I be, but begun, number one, that? me, he? handsome. Bringin?it to you, top drop, what? you figure? Told my gun, take over the nation, kickin?that gangsta, thugsta nigga. He? a loose cannon on the trigger, clack back, put ?m in a maze always. Stack that penny and pack that gat, no hesitation when I put ?m on they back. Wanna play, they lay, he gets ziplocked. Gonna rip that flesh, buckshot kill. Pass the bodybags to the niggas from off St. Clair, leavin?us wig splitters. All of them feel us, let us rips. If you try us, don? fuss, then nigga, now feel this. Nuttin?us with my steel. And real, all of my shit went real. Let? make ?m all bow down, put ?m on they knees. Don? sneeze, that? on my enemy, freeze. Fuck it, let all of the law in line, we