three for twenty nine

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"