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[Psycho Les]
People call me the drunk, off the thick funk Just to prove I`m ?luida? bag your whole start like ?meshuda? Click back, put a hollow point cap in your temple We get caught, it`s strictly mental A stone crook, I don`t go by the book You can`t fool me with your gangsta look I`ve truncated ??? on my turf for wet pay When I roll a blunt, they`d better roll away Out, and don`t try talking bold Cause I`ll smack you with a bat just like "Walking Tall" What? You punk, who`s gonna defend you? When I bumrush your ass and stick an icepick in you Quick, your bitch caught a splinter from my dick Cause she gave me a woodie in the parking lot behind Mc- Donald`s, the bed slammer again stick `em both With my king-size dick, and Donna King sized hand again *gunshot* "2, 3, Break!" [Fashion] I go so much of this style coming from my lips while Washed-up ducks get dumped in motherfucking shit piles Bang, I got my own thang, gang ain`t a proper Drop a, hollow-point shelly on a copper Let `em fucking know who`s Kool where I`m coming from Slept for a while on my style now I`m stunning `em Bagging `em, plus I hit their hoes in the mean Cause all I ever want is fame, bitches, and the green Seen crazy niggas get lost in the shuffle With dreams turned to rubble then bust like a bubble Ta-dow, now, that`s how it`s falling Whether I`m hitting skins or motherfucking ballin Hanging with my crew on the Peakskill plain I throw my shit when laying a bitch so get off my dick Trick, you know my style, no it ain`t no use Cause I keep your hoes wet like a fucking douche *gunshot* "2, 3, Break!" [JuJu] Taking `em out, no hass, I be the owner of my rhymes Will make niggas collapse into a coma Product of a concrete hell, I`m on a mission Deadly with intent to shell the opposition Fucking with this flow, come on, yo that`s treason Niggas fuck around and get shot for no reason Junkyard nigga, represent everytime Corona`s in the house and yo Gab! (Bust and rip the skills!) [Gab] My rhymes wake up to a 9.4, ready for war Come up, I false my fronts with your spinal chord Before I got the drive, I possess and tox And I`m trying to survive under a cyanide landslide But that ain`t nothing like a penny anymore Cause I assault niggas who couldn`t launch shit with catapaults So if you ever hear the name Gab One Don`t even sweat it, the worst hasn`t even begun [JuJu] Word up, it`s like that, Beatnus, Triflicts in the house, kid 19, and one, you know what I`m saying? Word
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