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GANGSTA'S CREED
What’s up motherfucker... you on this site talking like you got some clout
You an imposter wannabe fake ass poet who ran once my Glock’s bullets turned your route
I told you I own the air you breathe
It’s no escaping me...
And you know my ride or die creed
Ramming my fist up your ass... bitch I don’t believe in no motherfucking pleads
What… you had to get permission to battle some more
Don’t hide behind no ‘legit’ word
Let the casings rip as your blood from your wounds pour
The dump your ass in the Jersey Shore
I will skin your ass alive just for boredom, my type of fun
Nope... we ain’t even done
Roll your ass in my carpet then smoke you like a joint
With that girly ass bravo, you must ain’t got the point
Sniffing around me not making no nose
Bitch meet my on the front line, you best to bring your boys
You cannot take me down you still hiding
Hacking up that M, stomping the T, and razoring you with the P, you know ain’t lying
Then tossing you over a bridge, head first
And word up… you won’t be flying
I’m on your turf
Come on off that wooden chair and claim your worth
Let’s up this this game, you want to borrow my royal crown
Give you some courage Tin Man before our hands put up and our shit goes down
Fuck a Glock, my hollow points too good for you, I will slice and dice you without making a sound
Then taking over your clit until she becomes my pet, before, I take her ass out to join your bloody flesh as the vultures circle around and around
I told you I am the Mafia and the Gangster you hiding out from
Will fuck you and your crew up, then watch them pump you in your asshole until they all cum
Reducing you to the sticky shit under my shoe like bubble gum
You a little bitch that keeps talking shit
Try to cash it in, your dog will be sniffing your remains found buried in a ditch
I told Eminem about your dead beat ass
He said he do not battle with a man who dresses up and parading his dick around like he a fag
You have tested me cool
Lying on in this site, like your know the rules
Son.. I’m about to take your GED ass back to my school
Naw… you know I do not get down with your trying to pump your tits out like that
DUP…this is my gig… I am the clawing kitty cat
All up in your face… the tigress coming for that ass, with my acid, my Glock and bashing your head in with your child’s baseball bat
And just like that
It’s best you kiss your cunt and those inbreed kids
I’m the dirty sheriff... I decide if you die or live
You best recognize while I crawl up through your mouth and then invade your mind
Life to me is nothing but cell bars and doing maximum security time
Just did a solid nine to twenty-five
You best come correct
You don’t… I will snuff you out, and your peeps will see how you got served after you’ve been straight dealt
I will reach out and touch you.. put you to sleep and wait for the news how your family wept
You better cease thinking about my motherfucking name
I am life bitch and death when watching your breaths become an obituary after tasting my twisted domain
These fucks about ready to see your ass dragged while eating my shit... as I stand on your back, and the power of my fame
Bitchhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Signed With Your Blood,
By who really gives a fuck!
You an imposter wannabe fake ass poet who ran once my Glock’s bullets turned your route
I told you I own the air you breathe
It’s no escaping me...
And you know my ride or die creed
Ramming my fist up your ass... bitch I don’t believe in no motherfucking pleads
What… you had to get permission to battle some more
Don’t hide behind no ‘legit’ word
Let the casings rip as your blood from your wounds pour
The dump your ass in the Jersey Shore
I will skin your ass alive just for boredom, my type of fun
Nope... we ain’t even done
Roll your ass in my carpet then smoke you like a joint
With that girly ass bravo, you must ain’t got the point
Sniffing around me not making no nose
Bitch meet my on the front line, you best to bring your boys
You cannot take me down you still hiding
Hacking up that M, stomping the T, and razoring you with the P, you know ain’t lying
Then tossing you over a bridge, head first
And word up… you won’t be flying
I’m on your turf
Come on off that wooden chair and claim your worth
Let’s up this this game, you want to borrow my royal crown
Give you some courage Tin Man before our hands put up and our shit goes down
Fuck a Glock, my hollow points too good for you, I will slice and dice you without making a sound
Then taking over your clit until she becomes my pet, before, I take her ass out to join your bloody flesh as the vultures circle around and around
I told you I am the Mafia and the Gangster you hiding out from
Will fuck you and your crew up, then watch them pump you in your asshole until they all cum
Reducing you to the sticky shit under my shoe like bubble gum
You a little bitch that keeps talking shit
Try to cash it in, your dog will be sniffing your remains found buried in a ditch
I told Eminem about your dead beat ass
He said he do not battle with a man who dresses up and parading his dick around like he a fag
You have tested me cool
Lying on in this site, like your know the rules
Son.. I’m about to take your GED ass back to my school
Naw… you know I do not get down with your trying to pump your tits out like that
DUP…this is my gig… I am the clawing kitty cat
All up in your face… the tigress coming for that ass, with my acid, my Glock and bashing your head in with your child’s baseball bat
And just like that
It’s best you kiss your cunt and those inbreed kids
I’m the dirty sheriff... I decide if you die or live
You best recognize while I crawl up through your mouth and then invade your mind
Life to me is nothing but cell bars and doing maximum security time
Just did a solid nine to twenty-five
You best come correct
You don’t… I will snuff you out, and your peeps will see how you got served after you’ve been straight dealt
I will reach out and touch you.. put you to sleep and wait for the news how your family wept
You better cease thinking about my motherfucking name
I am life bitch and death when watching your breaths become an obituary after tasting my twisted domain
These fucks about ready to see your ass dragged while eating my shit... as I stand on your back, and the power of my fame
Bitchhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Signed With Your Blood,
By who really gives a fuck!
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