OUT OF LINE

Feelin' like a old Wezzy, but a new Stoney
Found outta sum, family died and lost sum new homies
Three guns on me, niggas is too phony, one .9 for yo mind
And yo brainjuice on me lookin' like red paint
And grey goose on me, Serpent of the S.I.C troop army
Take ya new shorty nasty, what I make her do fo me
Have her hit the balls and run home, babe ruth story
She fucks me while you horny... you corny
I'm ODD fuck a hunned hundred, Imma keep it 240
High-quality is shit... Bitch according to me
You'll witness 2:45's likes it's a quarted to three
I been shooter since I had a camcorder at three
Recording corpses, reenacting all the horror, I seen
Till ever line, like a live report from my street
Food fo thought
Bitch, you neva eat off more, that you need

Or bite the hand that fed
You on your facebook feed
On twitter wolfin everyday
You know, I still scare you
Anyone on who say Im "fake" "betta be "real", careful
Get hookd by the anchor-man.... Will ferrel

Still wish a nigga would, roll round
Like a Whell Barrow, chunk the duece
And introduce you niggas to a real barrel
Fuck a gun yo pussy, I'll letta queer, kill you!
Nah, fuck a gun, you a pussy, i'll let yo own fear, KILL YOU!