Phantom Blades E

You rock your motherfucking rock. Yes, yes, you're about to hear Maestro Fresh Can't My fucking track? I fuck the police try my Death again and will remember, gotta be remember. Can't my fucking track? I fuck the police try to-BB, BB, Fucking bitches Now fuck it, yeah. Yeah, talking to with the Thing through the phone. phone with Ain't even The same. You think we would let chest. We the pigs on my stick. We were-I'm talking to the lamb who was Looking through the top. Cop the club, we don't Like having niggas. We was drinking off the hook. We put me in the mix. We the jokes You, Jack. That was ass the mix. Beat him down to the pavement. Pull it like a pig, my nigga, I don't Say so. Beat him like a bitch, ain't nobody Calling police though. What information? Cop the meds on the belt though. You niggas, we Fuck the fucking bitch club with The wack out. Fuck a fucking stick boy, so I fuck I'm Throwing fucking with the motherfuckers, Niggas getting-Can't hear my fucking fuck the police Try to my death again and will remember, Gotta be remember. Can't my fucking track? Fuck the police try to-BB, BB, Fucking bitches bad.