URAL DIAGNOSTICS E

Cooperative Garage Beats, yeah. Pull out the weapon for anyone testing your strength Your message like you gon' be pimpin'. I'll the blood drippin' and slippin' like clips in The forty, my pistol like pistol. You niggas eaten and sleeping with demons, personal Like some potion. My vision's a given, you bitches So badly, I can't even focus like brokers. I fold up when pullin' the Glocky van handy. The darkness of the cousin say, "What's up?" Put eight in your butt and out your women And lay on the floor when I kick down Your door like, "Yes, nigga, what this time?" You little bitch, like a flu, I'll be leaving You sick. Ain't no rhyme or no scheme but The weaponry in the bodies of those I have Hit. You slick, I itch. Then fuck you a dumb bitch. Like a trick, you will fall to two niggas That met with a plug and run up in Your place. Fuck this talking fuck that, You gon' fuck my girls, no fear. I'll let you kiss your children 'fore I make Them disappear. You now got twenty seconds that you hiding in Our closet. Then fuck you my secretly just like My mistress got it. I'll make you wish you're never born. I'll make your life like hell. You know the place that's hot as fuck, the Place where demons dwell. Hoes bite the dust when I crush. Ashes to dust to dust. Hoes bite the dust when I crush. Ashes to dust to dust. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. Hoes bite the dust when I crush. Ashes to dust to dust. Hoes bite the dust when I crush. Ashes to dust to dust. What's up, man? Let's go and do this shit, Man. Aye, how much you got on that motherfucking OE, dog? You know I'm broke than a motherfucker.