Kel_

I'm bout to vent so let me spaz out I'm bout to mash out, mass out Mack i'm on the cash route I spaz out to pull that mag out I air my gun, the coroners coming And they bringing them bags out And bring the yellow tape Cuz with the taurus I be sparking at the tour (?) then i dump the eight So play superman without the cape And end up like Christpher Reeves from your feet to your fuckin' waist I get it jumping when I dump the eight I lick a shot, lift his top, get the mop and get the fucking waste I get the chop, (?) These niggas featherweight they hesitate, the bezzy levitate they face And I ain't heavyweight, but i got heavy weight Now whip my shit to the oil, you (?) And thats the one mistake I call a shot, ba-de-ah ba-de-ah, body chopped and in the fuckin' lake [beat switch] Get cha game face on Eight long, break bones I had the snub had to tuck it Nose on the face, gone Ducking for eight long Six feet for you to sleep from the mini me Nigga cuz it used to be a eight long But with no bake on my plate You can call it crystal lake Chop rocks with the razor just call me Jason Mixing five eighths, twelve twelves with my J's on Six twelve to twelve (?) twenty four (?) I display form, the toaster draw Ain't no arm leg or arm, somebody show em the morgue I'm in the corner store, acting all pack the raw Gat up in my shoulder holster poking out my forearm Step to my warzone, its frontline I'm man to man line while these pussies in the 2-3 zone And i keep chrome when the eagle is drawn I start tweakin' so you better have your track suits on Bring the hazmats, I got plasma gats that squirt with a light chirp with no kick