my cock You are dead ... eat my fuck Eat my fuck Get down - you suck Eat my fuck Get down - you slut And eat my fuck Suck me Fuck me Eat my fuck You
译文: 妈的肉. 吃我操.
, dead nigga's ghost, Feds with toast Knockin' my door down sweat poor down my body Roast from the heat so I soak my sheets Wake up shiverin', pull my
Laying on your kitchen floor Other words I'm off the meat rack, bring the beat back Bring me two extension chords I'mma measure my dick, shit, I need 6 inches more Fuck, my
I scream fuck the world not the people, Nope. Yes, but in the belly of the beast, people get swallowed like meat, eat. And your president was lying while my
tray. Love my handgun but my choppa still da shit, Banned in 1994 but I'm too legit to quit. 1996, kilos was the shit, But dat were better den roofin dat shit
, I fucked 1 time We boys in da hood and nigga you lil trey So press ya appetite we takin' ya lil tray Love my handgun but my choppa still da shit Banned
you fuck up, though my family is the whole side of Atlanta Now how can I say? Okay, let me just put it this way If anyone ever contests my conquest, my
] I'm at the peak of my age; when I wake up my dick's hard as fuck Steady stickin hoes so you know I don't press my luck I like to fuck until she bleedin
negro is rather lethal you about as lethal as a mojito be my amigo, eat my burrito you're a fuckin seagull up in Francisco im up in a Regal, still in my
is what I eat, sleep and breath and feed my kids Would it fulfill all my family needs c'mon I treat the mic like the block, fuck with my rocks, and squeeze
beef Laying on your kitchen floor Otherwords Im off the meat rack Bring the beat back Bring me two extension chords Imma measure my dick shit I need 6 inches more Fuck my
tongue in cheek I'd gank my fuckin teeth before id ever bite my tongue I'd slice my gums, get struck by fuckin' lightning twice at once And die and come
.T ran in my crib Battering rams, early mornin', yo, waking my kids Now my aunt gotta stay wit' my wiz She paranoid, havin' anxiety attacks 'cause of these pigs Plus my
stitches This remix for real niggaz who get money to trenches Check my resume nigga, I got that one hitta quitta And yo' boys ready to flee like, why'd you fuck
when my mom played my father?s role Now I?m a man runnin' with a gun in the vest It feel good with my son on my chest I wanna quit but I?m one of the
like trash Get off my dick an' pass my cash They don't do it 'cause I rap about it, I rap about it 'cause they do it My music's the conduit to a ticket
