It Gets Fatal E

I don't think I'm alone. I kick some of that sick shit that you Ain't gon' find much livin'. The type of nigga that's so much dirt if Step in your church, I'ma catch five. Don't crack that Pommes Frites, motherfucker, 'less You gon' drink it down the wine. My lyrics so hot, they got your bitch cocked On drip drop, one-tenth of a spine. You niggas ain't ready for war, so what the Fuck you muggin' for? I'll beat and duct tape Your ass up and dump you off in Colorado. I'm one deep in the El Dorado, dumpin' like Desperado. Pigs tryna tailgate, hit the gas, Lead foot, full throttle. Pass back the bottle. Trap, you ain't puttin' on This part. Don't act no fool, my act a Fool. I refuse to lose, so fuck some more. I buck some more down, better duck or mark Down, run up the round. Teflon slug through the dome is the fast way To lose pounds, so I been told. So go on and act bold and bring the Fork. It's easy to move the fifteens and stuff You into the trunk. You sleep at the pump, Wood grain, double barrel chrome shotty. Fuck around and wrap you in plastic so they Never gon' smell your body. I hit the corner off some Remy, paranoid and Strapped with the plenty. I'm so tense, hella bent, Loadin' tips in for the thirty. Odd six, audible switch, makin' hits just happen. Puttin' holes in they side doors, then off in The El Do' smashin'. Two henchmen, them bounty killers for two fives and Two tens. Not these, I got motherfuckers commit Suicide like Japanese. Let me jump in these kamikazes and eject 'em. Let this plane come through crashin', eliminate About four sets. It gets fatal fuckin' with me 'cause I'm taggin' cats that disrespect. Toss 'em off in the sea and let Jaws Rip through his chest. Then we off on the Jet ski before the pigs catch me. And if I didn't do it that way, I Dug a hole and stuffed the Hefty. Shit, this nigga heavy. Took him down with Old Betsy, cut him up With the machete. Left him cooked, fried, and ready For the next man to eat 'cause I don't Feast on human meat. Check his pulse and then Retreat, pull my pants up and the sack and Let the MAC reheat. Now do you understand my Purpose? I'm killin' off so many haters, but who Gives a fuck if these cats is worthless? I'm fatal, more fucked up than a home that Ain't got cable. A mixed up nigga that got Much nuts is what I'm labeled. Stepped up out of my house on a hot Sunny day. No time to delay, but kept a Moderate speed zoomin' down the highway. Soon as I stepped on the scene, I knew The situation was fucked, so I converted back to The street smart that this ghetto life done taught Me. I'm a hog about my shit. Bitch nigga, watch your step, hoe. When you find your mouth around some chrome, you Ready to get your dome blown. Now it's four in the mornin' and my dick's Rock hard. One of these busta five motherfuckers in Town wanna pull my card. Tie his face, arms, legs to the bumper, drag Him down the boulevard. I'm drunk than motherfucker, So I park my car right in your front Yard. Brad, you a cold motherfucker. Fine, I'ma turn the heat up. Step outside and tell me to move, liable to Get your ass beat up. Face down with your Feet up, so you really don't want it. Y'all know the real deal when you see it, Bitch. I'm hotter than Arizona, sell more records Than you on a corner. It ain't nobody 'bout To stop me 'cause ever since I was ten Years old when I flowed, niggas jock me. I ain't tootin' my own horn, but I'm hittin' This industry by storm. See, I was born for lyrical combat, so bitch, You been warned. Bam.