p! gone!
i rule this rap shit
the best!
fuck a rhyme before me
fuck a rhyme after
they all low class you classless low bastards
anyone step foot on my side
i will step to every one of you
my foot in your side
bullshit aside
niggas bullshit with they rhyme
i'm a pitbull with a full clip grippin' your rhyme
cross my heart
stick a finger in your eye
i'm a boss i bark sick
stick the nina in your eye
rude to your force
catch you at the funeral
i
put two in your corpse
bong bong
two from the nine
stupid with lines
ain't conducive that my
spectacular vernacular
fuck a groupie that rhyme
p! i wake up in the morning then i smack the alarm clock
to shaken up your mom my big black in a warm box
i shit on your squad
i'm sean price in the city of god
p!