only the rugged survive

hahahahaha

steels. you bout to catch this vick

yo

you bout to catch this vick

old sad ballads and gun permits was invalid

raspberry vinegar

red dripped in spinach salad

sippin' bitches

cabanet grape

steaming halibat steak

gold plate is stainless

four forks scrape the single plate

chased by a shot of scotch whiskey

brew brisky

for sixty years

misty bottles of crysty in the freezer

red twist leaf

melted in spliffy

cali blunt piff

now we lifty

mc dread head

split up and smoke swiftly

then if we empty the safe we can all catch fifty

vanna piece put eighty five in jewelry

two sixty in deep

a half a gallon digi

when dog mentioned hingie

then when they tempted me

all up a nine milli'

i brought my wild cousin billy

this fucking wu hater

from off of decatur

bout to get smacked silly

kinetic was like

yo

bobby

don't act illy

let me handle this shit

we rolled the candle sick spliff

we hopped inside the whip

and through the gear on shift

about to catch this vick

it's the season of the vick

bitch

you getting hit up

with so much weight

so much lead

you won't be able to get up

yo

kick in the door

spit a lungie at him

son

tried to bungie

grab 'em

through 'em on the floor

smacked 'em

my dudes bout to stab 'em

bitch was in the bathroom

screaming

hot bubble batch

steaming

you can tell from her face

she just finished swallowing semen

shut the fuck up

open the safe up

no time to waste up

heard you been hating on wu-tang

we should burn your fucking place up

he was like 'yo

bobby steels

chill

for real

please spare me'

billy put the gun to his face like 'bobby

go 'head

try to dare me'

i was like 'nah

son

chill

ain't necessary'

his bird was in the backround

still singing like a canary

told 'em

open up the safe or prepare for the mortiuary

when the gun starts to click

and we spit

that crazy scary

open it up

it was filled with drugs and jewelry and cash

and me

oh

i simply grabbed the digi

tied 'em up and gagged up

duct tape and paper bagged him

him and his bitch

in the whip

yup

we back in the magnum

return to the dread spread

gave him his cut of the bread

rumor has it

billy duffed them other cuts with dead