Slanga (no login) 24.249.0.244 | trailor trashScore 5.0 (1 person) | March 28 2005, 10:02 AM |
yo, why spell it right, yo understood what i meant/
i might give you a lil props; if yo shit made sense/
who you talkin to? you illiterate 'pussy'/
im a crazy mothafucka, you dont wanna push me/
yeah i do own a gun, and love to let it blast/
to me, youll never be nothin more than trailor trash/
see, dont buck wit me, dont fuck wit me/
unless yo ass is willin to knuck wit me/
and trust me, you dont wanna press yo luck wit me/
cuz i wont hesitate to fuck ya up quickly/
want me to cut my wrists, commit suicide/
all you had to do was rap, then you died/
see, im a lil diff'rent, then ya other crackers/
im a hard 'g' from tha south, and a head smacker/
yeah im a crip, and ill fatten yo lip/
i can read you like a book, so dont slip/
my best friend holds five, and needs no clip/
its called a revolver, cuz i take no shit/
your right, i dont understand yo shit, its garbage/
i bet you know alot bout pussy, cuz you be tha largest/
you think you got it hard?, well guess what, i been through it/
next time when you battle me, put some more effort into it..
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