My Real Name Freestyle

Ooh, ooh It's that real I gots to- I gots to... Kill some off this Steal some off this Yeah My real name is Damien and my girl's name is Carrie That Poltergeist bitch is hot, but too young to marry That nigga Satan be fakin' mad jacks so I taxed his ass Every chance I get, is just another hit Another nigga split; there go white meat - another nigga Takin up room in the morgue under a white sheet That's what you get for tryin to take it there But with this Desert Eagle in your mouth You cryin bout let's make it fair Sometimes it takes pain to make the brain a littlе smarter When I think the rain will stop, it only starts to rain hardеr Part of the game is niggas wanna become famous And doin the same shit I do, remain nameless I want house money, Jag money so I gots ta bag money I ain't laughin', but yo it's mad funny I used to talk about that shit you got But you ain't never got that shit when that shit get hot Runnin' up in the spot with, two niggas from Israel 'Cause it is-real, you did squeal, now how you think yo' kids feel? Knowin' you died a snitch, I look in your eyes and see a bitch Wasn't surprised to see a switch Let's make it quick, I got a flight at 6 goin' to Pakistan So let this nigga know, I know he pussy, I'mma smack his man Fuckin Willie niggas and silly niggas I'd rather be eatin of a plate with all them Baltimore and Philly niggas 'Cause I done took about as much I can stand A nigga smilin' in my face like they my motherfuckin' man Aiyo, it gets a lot worse, cause there's a curse That says, the reward for bein' real, is a hearse Before you turn thirty, cause the dirty shit you did Catches up and get you right when you thought you slid It's getting dark, and with the cold of the hawk You realize, you ain't gonna see your shorty old enough to walk [Doc Holiday] Uhh, yo