FRIDAY NIGHT SLUMPIN

Stop, drop, roll
Man this fire beat is killing mane
Keep on tripping
B-b-bitching
Off the kid your missing aye
Hot like a stove
Boy you touching me
You feel the pain
Fuck the dissing
You ain't with it
Catch a body any day

Really with the shits
Wanna test it
Come and taste the blade
You a little bitch
Homie nothing but a fucking fake
Really with a clique
Wanna bet
They all fucking lame
Leave a pussy slept
Blood dripping off his fucking face

All black dark tats
Call me fucking gothic
Step back matter fact
Homie you ain't hot shit
Gat packed fuck that
Pussy you ain't nothing
Blade slash throat gash
Homie you ain't want this

Itching and vicious
I'm fucking tweaking with problems
With this blade wanna slay
I Just think it may solve them
On a mission to dish it
Blade straight through your body
Aye fixing for killing
Bitch no one can stop me

Chop up bro
Man this fucking urge is killing me
Keep on sipping
Fucking spinning
Off the drink I'm dizzy aye
Heart real cold
Can't seem to feel a fucking thing
Catch you slipping
You ain't with it
Rock your fucking world away

Slit a fucking wrist bitch
I ain't even fucking playing
Once you on my hit list
Destined for a fucking grave
Little fucking trick bitch
With a blade lets fucking dance
Get a load of this shit
Someone killed they fucking mans