babbage patch kids
city morgue
put your gun on the ground
put your gun on the ground
if i see it then you better
if i see it then you better
if i see it then you better
one day i'm bustin' a tec
shoot ya' face off of ya' neck
pull up and stunt on my ex-hoe
think you be bustin' them tec's so
rock the rollie with the slit wrist
pockets stuffed with them big bricks
she stuck on this big dick
move the weight like a big bitch
who are you looking so crazy at?
foot it the grave when you talkin' back
young alucard with the stick
handle my blade like a grip
leading the living to sickness
light up you jit like a bic
if i see it then you better
if i see it then you better
i'm bloody hoe like i'm bloody o
shoot you right in your funny bone
puff straight dummy though
shittin' on these little hungry hoes
swaggin' in my bummy clothes
drippin' on 'em like a runny nose
take his clout and his fame
you better pull it before i slice you fuckin' up
moschino stepping in the projects
you know i got my mst's on faggot
sosmula and zillakami faggot
you can run up on me with a fucking blade
if i see it then you better
if i see it then you better
if i see it then you better
if i see it then you better