fill you up with rat poisonous
it was liver and intestines
i'm doo-dooin' on your vest
sittin' on the records and shittin' on niggas records
you niggas playin' checkers
better start rappin' better before i put one in your sweater
you don't wanna get the chokehold
you sound like you been swallowin' cum
i'm sellin' hella records
you doin' all them broke shows
you couldn't even hire the po-po
i spit that shit that'll make you have to wear two vests
my verses give you throat cancer 'cause of what i wrote and some