p!
roberto!
a fiend came through and wanted three for 29
i let him slide he said p and screamed a funny rhyme
stripes in the street what you writing is frail
now i'm
right in the streets and you writing from jail
p
why should you lather? cut
spit razors
never too much ruck klu klux ya' neighbor
bunch of dead fuckers covered in white sheet
let the lead sucker but fuck her a white freak
she take trips to greece
break hips to beast
no rape but the eight fuck i'm shaking the streets
p
kill ya' man cargo
kill a gram will he fam kilimanjaro
you neat in the game
you should listen before you missing like graffiti on trains
p's next up man when this sket pop
ya' chest got ketchup stains
p
time to start wrecking" "fold you with caution"