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作词 : Sepa ( Rico Beuk )

作曲 : Sepa ( Rico Beuk )

I used to get feels on a b*tch

Now u throw shields on the dick

To stop me from that HIV shit

And niggas know they soft like a Twinkie filling

Playin the villian

Prepare fir this rap killin

Biggie Smalls is the illest

Your style is played out, like Arnold wondered

"What you talkin bout Willis?"

The thrill is gone, the black Frank White

Is here to excite and

Throw ick to dykes

B*tches I like em brainless

Guns i like em stainless steel

I want the f*cking Fortune like the Wheel

I squeeze gats till my clips is empty

Don't tempt me (T-H-O-D Man)

Here I am, I'll be damned if this ain't some shit

Come to spread the butter lyrics over hominy grit

It's the low killer death trap

Yes I'm a het black ninja

Comin where you rest at, surrender

Step inside the ring

Youse the number one contender

Lookin cold booty like your pussy in December

Nigga stop b*tchin, button up ya lip and

From Method all you gettin is a can of ass-whippin

Hey, I'll be kickin, you son

You doin all the yappin

Acting as if it can't happen

You front and got me mad enough to

Touch somthin

Yo I'm from Shaolin, Island

And ain't afraid to bust somethin

So what cha want n*gga, ya punk n*gga

I got a six-shooter and a horse named Trigger

It's real, ninety-four, rugged raw

Kickin down your god damn door

(and it goes a lil something like this)

**** the world, don't ask me for shit

And everything you get ya gotta work hard for it

Honies shake your hips, ya don't stop

And n*ggaz pack the clips, keep on

Two, comin with Olde E brew

Meth-tical, puttin n*ggaz back in I.C.U

I'm lifted troop

You can bring yours wack ass crew

I got connections

I'll get that ass stuck like glue, huh

No question, I be comin down and shit

Yo I gets rugged as a motherf*ckin carpet get

And niggas love it

Not in the physical form but in the mental

I spark and they cells get warm

I'm not a gentle, man, I'm a Method, Man!

Baby accept it, utmost respect it

(Assume the position) Stop look and listen

I spit on your grave then

I grab my Charles Dickens

Welcome to my center

Honies feel it deep in they placenta

Cold as the pole in the winter

Far from the invenetor

But I got this shit sewed

And when my Mac unloads