Lyrics

I will rock it not, bitch Remain emotionless, on some Doctor Spock shit Robot nigga, Inspector Gadget with ratchet Go-go four-four blood in your back bitch Listen, I will bash your brain With a walking stick, bitch felt the wrath of Kane Bullets make you dance, scoop, and scrap lover Fuck firin' on fam, we could scrap sucka This nigga said he know fifty too Shot up in the elbow, let's see what that shit can do You whack! Be hatin' Date rape satan, initiate freebasin Niggas hate the oaf Go cover bloods from the fuckin' sacred goat What the fuck that mean? Sean Price the nicest nigga that's on Buckshot Team [Chorus x2] You fuck with me I'll have her tied up in the crib Like fuck your mother, she's a stupid little bitch I banged her about ten times a night, bitch She ain't nothin' but a little fight Kiss the motherfuckin' ring, we on some mob shit Shit on that pity party, fuck that sob shit Disrespect you, open neck you, hog spit Have my man Blizz violate your carcass Frank Matthews, catch me if you can Treat a hatin' ass nigga like Spam, ignored him You ain't cop that piece from the district, you copped that from ? You don't come straight for the re-up, nigga, always be shorten Always talkin' that bread shit But when them niggas come out with them big toys You be on that givin' head shit Kill yourself, your whole life is whack Thirty-five and still sellin' crack? Grow up nigga The other day homie copped a benz Call yourself a kingpin and you're still coppin' twenty grams Fuck outta here nigga, scram, you a peon You should get peed on R Kelly style, little niggas trilly wild [Chorus] Good job you fuckin' pricks ? and fuck your mother Push God, bitch