[talking]

I did the whole yard in fucking 15 minutes

I will kill you (no I will kill you first)

No if you kill me, I will come back and I kill you

(You will never get me, I will run and I will hide

And you'll never find me, and I'll send somebody to kill you)

Ha-ha-ha, what's up 'Lero uh (Shreveport)

Check me out man, uh



[SPM]

I'm in the candy Benz, fancy lens

Fucking with this motherfucking, bad ass biatch

With fat ass tits, a big ol' ass

I come from the head, cause I think so fast

I'm the one, and not the two

Smoke pep lepue, make revenue

Old Western U', send me cash

I'm ake my do', and I paid the task

I paid Uncle Sam, I paid my band

I bought everybody, that Chimey Chan

I'm ean chicken wing, rice and gravy

I'ma throw a chicken wing, at my lady

Cause she pissed me off, with all that hate

Now she in the closet, duct taped

What's crackulating, what's obvilating

I'ma do boys, like Walter Payton

I'm the boss, while boys getting fucked off

I'm a high power, people mayn playing golf

Trying to put, but still I'm thugging

My golf club set, cost forty-five hundred

Love it leave it, lose it I'ma keep it

I'm ade it in this rap game, cause I cheated

I told my genie, make my albums sell

She said you already used, your three wishes in jail

Remember your first wish, behind the bars

You wished that you could fuck, the security

Well I hypnotized her, ad let you fuck her

You ate that bitch, like she was supper

Then your second wish, was to fuck her again

Then your third wish, was to get out the Penn

Now this makes four, but fuck it I'll do it

I'ma even have you, on Stevenson Pruit

So even though you sound like shit, and can't rap

You gon be the biggest fucking rapper, on the map

You mean all that stupid shit, that I write

People gon actually, think it's tight

That's right, plus you'll be the CEO

But stop wasting money, on Miss Cleo

Okay, I'ma call Jose

And tell him call the stations, that never gave us no play

And see what they say, maybe it'll work

And if it don't fuck it, I'll make my gun squirt

Y'all should join me, my skin is oily

Y'all don't want no beef, probably soy bean

No sir knowing, I flipped a coin

I saw her tits, and my dick went boing

At the car show, it's the third annual

I'm chilling with my boy, who Jack Daniels

I'm mixed, with a splash of coke

My girl mad, cause I bust a nut in one stroke

I'm a loc'd gangsta, shoot em up killa

There's something about Mary, like Ben Stiller

I'm a thriller chiller, like to fight in Menilla

I shot the tooth fairy, trying to reach under my pilla

I'm sorry, I didn't know it was you

She was putting ten dollas, for my daughter's tooth

I picked her up, and took her to the hospital

She flew out my car, I said this is impossible

I got out and said, you should go to the doctor

You lost a lot of blood, dumb bitch I just shot ya

She flew past a tree, looked at me

And said y'all won't be getting a nickel, for none of y'all teeth

Ah that ain't right, let's make a truse

My lil boy Los, got two teeth loose

And he needs the money, for a remote control car

I spent all my cash, at the butt naked bar

So I really need you, to come through with that change

I'm sorry bout the dress, and all the blood stains

Oh pleeeease, I'm on my kneeeees

I'm teaching my son, his ABCeeees

I'm just a damn fool, I fight my pitbull

He killed a dog, that belonged to Moham Mitchell

But he lost his last fight, and lost his eyesight

And now my dog's blind, I hope you don't mind

I know I'm dead wrong, come from the head strong

I hit my red bong, this song is so long

I'm talking nonsense, on freestyle projects

So check what's on next, I love you God bless



[talking]

Ha-ha, yo yo yo

(I will kill you) I will kill you

(no I will kill you first) no I will kill you second

(you will never find me, I will kill you) No, no, no

If you kill me, then I will come back to kill you

(no you could never come back from the dead, I kill you)