dLittles~

thirty below style written vengeance whilin,,, provoke niccas mouths get split,,,
yeah its senseless,,, but needed, life in a circle repeated bullshyt,,,
like when i pull out, get stuck in a cheap box deep in the granite,,,
ya boys in ya vigil, i'm chantin,,, you a has been,,, ya whole fams some shyt,,,
i know cuz ya face look like it been in the toilet,,,
its been a while n' a dude like yous still can't avoid the big fish,,,
well, call me the shark,,, i pick niccas out late at night when its dark,,,
the heat on point, exitin ya skin its sharp,,, ya response like ya sing back up for a bytch playin the harp,,,
bullets double parked in ya body,,, ya talk game but ya style just bother me,,,
fucc i just wanna start vommitin,,, ya belong in a coffin niccas,,,
every so often i polish off my trigga,,, the three eight 0 upgraded edition vicious handle plastic,,,
it'a look great up in ya face, talkin all that trash ya fuccin bastards,,,