i punch a beat walker in his face
my name is royal flush a extra gun is on my waist
both arms look like a nigga caught a case
i can't go for that like i'm hall and oates
anoint defication
shut the fuck up nigga
the point exclamation
hatin'
loud mouth rappin
found out yappin'
pow the pound out clappin'
slap on any man
spittin' grams
verbal minivan
sipping henny
murder minnie on your instagram
bodyslam rap
aiming for your clap twista
razor blade rap slice you in your back
rippa
you rap niggas
i clap niggas
i see you with your momma
still slap niggas
you're all bitches
you're fake fucks
talk shit to flush and get fucked up
my gun's tucked
back rippa
the black nigga
orange box cutter ock suckers and whack niggas
rap liver
open hand slap
saliva
out your face
embrace the eight
no survivor
p
watch rhythm
socialize i'm a monster hitman
this a hit i'm putting aids inside the solar system
solar wish
rocking polo so emotionaless
hold the fifth
quasimoto this is ogre shit
shit
i'm in this music
i mastered this
walk like i'm aerosmith
in the corner i'm holding grip
this what we gotta get
when it's rich it's all rich
i'll be with your bitch and send her back quick
better than most
the most high
the veteran dope
elegant never delicate poet
black president
shit i never did vote
black devil
clap metal
remember to smoke
p
black metallica
metal malice massacre
masochistic
half sadistic
sick algebra
gun is high caliber
calculating sex trips to cali
illa fatality
saudi arabia
wish death on your first born
first 48 toss the eight on the autobahn
order sean
but sean give orders
kick your bitch down the steps and i guess i abort her
second born
take a second than your skin is torn
i ain't i ain't giving niggas warnings
murder in the morning
hear a lot of shots when i'm yawning
body the whole show when i'm performing
it's cocaine on the speedboat
catch me in the local clubs you know i got that cheap coke
hot time
long coat
the gun got a damn scope
hit you in your damn throat
i'm the mayor let's all vote
p!
still here bastard
clap ratchet
you ball at the wheelchair classic
chill
you feel real rap shit
wack shit you spill until the mac spit
bong
wacka flocka
glock in your ankle sock
hot rock your roster
illa don't rap on the beat i blaze soccer
pop cops
chop of blocks and box boxers
holla
the niggas that i'm with is 'bout them street collars
and give you the biscuit first like red lobster
you're imposters
with fake drama
i crack your team in half like some good lobster
one more time