listen
its tha boss and im comin in spittin jus call me a thug/
dis nigga hatin on me cuz his moms gave me groupie love/
dont say dat u a crip cuz all i see is blood/
dis is all hate trust me dog it aint no love/
and trust me man my puches remind u of boxing gloves/
tha only time u ever touched a gun was playin metal slug/
and if u ever c me dog yea u betta run/
ya chick let me cum in her mouth so she could play wit my son (tha sperm)/
and trust me lil dog ill burn u like a fire log/
all of his ryhmes is made up jus like santa claus/
its just like he in jail when im spittin dez bars/
niggas call me tha king of knigs/
but nigga u can call me God
FUCK IT MAN WIN OR LOSE I CAME AT U WIT SOME SHIT MAN GOOD LUCK
