Abernathy
Member
I been the up and comin since rap was an art/
I aint gotta raise a fist just to tear you apart/
Next to nothin in my pockets and I'm still off the charts/
You haters can't finish, you don't know where to start/
It's all about the passion nigga fuck the fame/
This for my real niggas stayin true to the game/
While you pussies sellin out, we remain the same/
These streets still bloody nigga aint shit changed/
Knockin down haters and hustlin on the daily/
I Keep my hand on the pump, you cowards don't phase me/
Never been a killa but I'll squeeze if you make me/
Try to flex and I'll have your squad runnin for safety/
You'll never see me claim to be somethin I'm not/
Push me far enough and ima dig you out a plot/
Bullets pierce flesh whether you're ready or not/
See the fear in your soul when I'm ready to cock/
Block out the sun with a confetti of shots/
Wipe off the prints and toss the gun by the docks/
Then smile as I watch your corpse fester and rot/
And the stagnant blood pool as it blisters and clots/
Take your body to a place with a bottomless drop/
Then grab the dullest knife that I could find on the spot/
I Snicker sinisterly as I hack and I chop/
Sever each extremity, put your head in a box/
Find your mothers house, go to the door and knock/
She comes to the door wearin a T-shirt and socks/
Show her the box and slowly open up the top/
As she lets out a scream she colapses in shock/
Crying out your name now she begs me to stop/
Grab the bitch by her throat make her neckbone pop/
Her arms go limp and now she can't even talk/
Strip the bitch down naked then I pull out my cock/
Hold your severed head up cause I want you to watch/
As I rape your own moms infested poisonous twat/
three two uno
bars out the culo
you against me is like a poodle vs cujo
I aint gotta raise a fist just to tear you apart/
Next to nothin in my pockets and I'm still off the charts/
You haters can't finish, you don't know where to start/
It's all about the passion nigga fuck the fame/
This for my real niggas stayin true to the game/
While you pussies sellin out, we remain the same/
These streets still bloody nigga aint shit changed/
Knockin down haters and hustlin on the daily/
I Keep my hand on the pump, you cowards don't phase me/
Never been a killa but I'll squeeze if you make me/
Try to flex and I'll have your squad runnin for safety/
You'll never see me claim to be somethin I'm not/
Push me far enough and ima dig you out a plot/
Bullets pierce flesh whether you're ready or not/
See the fear in your soul when I'm ready to cock/
Block out the sun with a confetti of shots/
Wipe off the prints and toss the gun by the docks/
Then smile as I watch your corpse fester and rot/
And the stagnant blood pool as it blisters and clots/
Take your body to a place with a bottomless drop/
Then grab the dullest knife that I could find on the spot/
I Snicker sinisterly as I hack and I chop/
Sever each extremity, put your head in a box/
Find your mothers house, go to the door and knock/
She comes to the door wearin a T-shirt and socks/
Show her the box and slowly open up the top/
As she lets out a scream she colapses in shock/
Crying out your name now she begs me to stop/
Grab the bitch by her throat make her neckbone pop/
Her arms go limp and now she can't even talk/
Strip the bitch down naked then I pull out my cock/
Hold your severed head up cause I want you to watch/
As I rape your own moms infested poisonous twat/
three two uno
bars out the culo
you against me is like a poodle vs cujo
