357

357

Childish nihilist spitting fire and vile shit
Curbstomp em and toss em into the fire pit
Hellfyre you know that niggas providing this
Gao and jesus you niggas ain't got the mileage
Shotty pumped haters slumped
In the back of the trunk
Driving drunk mothafuck  what you thunk
You nigga chumps
You know its arson
Going in like a spartan
Edge of the blade sharpened
Pussy niggas get carved in
Straight out the south side of heaven
With a loaded 44 and a 357
Imma god fuck a legend
Every word was a weapon
End yo life in second
Stay the fuck out my mentions

It’s that Spear chucker foul mouth motherfucker
Mind always in the gutter thoughts dirty room cluttered
.Wrist clean not a cutter OJ probably cut her
Ol girl prolly fucked her not a fan of using rubbers
Worlds 9th wonder bet they stutter when I hit them with that stone cold stunner
Top gunner in this mother burning like hells summers
Breaking bad Breaking bread don’t even need no butter
Hills if you need the number
203
God tier emcee
Y’all ain’t fucking with me
Ho get up off yo knees
Yes blessed that’s me
Even if I don’t sneeze might not be a house nigga but I still got the key