[Interlude: DeRay Davis, Answering Machine]
New message, Wednesday, 7:52 P.M
Man, I figured your bitch ass wasn't gon' answer this motherfuckin' phone, nigga
What the fuck is this bullshit, nigga?
I see you in the street, I swear to God, nigga, I'ma fuckin' murk yo' ass, nigga
Out here with all this fuckin' hard shit, nigga
I don't give a fuck where the fuck I see you at
Getting your fuckin' funky ass hair braided
Wherever the fuck you gon' be at, nigga
I'm coming to see you, nigga
If I gotta see niggas before I get to you, that's how the fuck it's gon' go down, nigga
I'm puttin' motherfuckers in the grave
You need to keep a little dirt in your motherfuckin' pocket so you could spread the shit on yourself when it's over
I ain't playing no motherfuckin' games, nigga
This all me, by my motherfuckin' self
This ain't no motherfuckin' game, nigga
You see me, nigga, I'm an army by myself, nigga
I pledge a-motherfuckin'-llegience to me
I catch you, I'm killing yo' ass, motherfucker
Show up at your motherfuckin' funeral, make sure it's over, nigga
Dig you up, kill you again, bitch
This ain't no motherfuckin' game
You answer this fuckin' phone next time
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