Rage, part. 3

[Verse 1]
I'm a rock-star like Kizz
She can lick up on my dick tip
Don't know what you said
Take a xan and I can't feel shit
Pulling out with that dick in Glock
Fuck up out my way, uh
And I told that nigga he can fucking die today
I ain't playing bitch I'm Super Saiyan
You can run my fade
They be like you Kill Bill
How the fuck you up the blade
I just ran like 3K
All are for my xans, uh
I just beat his ass
And now there's blood up on my hands

[Verse 2]
Post up with that fuck gat
Nigga where you at?
Bullet hit your body and
It wiped you off the map, aye
Bitch I'm posted up and I don't need no fucking strap
Fuck with me is suicide
Your toes are getting tagged, aye
Crawl up on my dick
And give me throat
That's what the fuck I said
Where yo bitch?
She suck my dick
I told that bitch
I want the neck
Always holding steel
Run up on me you get slaughtеred, bitch
Hating niggas talking shit
Pussy I will fuck your daughter
Tell that bitch to ridе my dick
And the to give me head, uh
Tell that nigga run up on me
You gon' to end up dead, uh
Slit my fucking wrist until my hands are fucking red
Pipe that bitch up from the back
And watch her pussy spread, uh
Put that fist to fuck his jaw
Bet that shit will shut him up
Fuck niggas always talking shit
I'ma cut them up
I'll stomp a niggas face
Put him in his place
Pussy nigga where you stay
Run my fucking fade