The Collector

Hey Yo, my dude said to let me get that
Dude you better tell your man to come get that
Fucking yard enforcer, this is how he lives
All that boy pussy and dope, he takes whatever they give

There's no avoiding it, this shit is going down
I've gotta stand up for myself even if he beats me down
Give in to his ass and he'll try to turn me out
I'll have to do all of my time with one in my ass and one in my mouth

He's not backing down with bull queers at his back
Chomping at what he thinks is fresh meat ready to attack
He's a neighborhood bully carrying three fucking strikes
But his only fucking problem, he's not use to an attack

But after being jumped in, I'm not scared of blows
Shit, standing in the ring, going fucking toe to toe
I was taught to always try and connect first
Make it a good one and be prepared for the hurt

I caught him off guard with a right to the temple
He stumbled sideways, but it's never that simple
Before he can recover you gotta be knee deep in his ass
Don't leave him standing, pound his ass into the grass

Go to your happy place, yes enter your zone
Where you don't give a fuck and hell is your home
Yes bringing that shit and he's feeding it back
But I could feel when his fucking jaw cracked

I've gotta take it to him so his man gets the message
I've also gotta make sure that he learns his lesson
He's gotta fear to come near, he's gotta know he'll die if he ever approach
I hopped off his chest and kicked him dead in the throat

Let him walk around for life talking through a box
Reached to his foot and took his stash out of his socks
I gave the fucking sign and it became a free for all
My boys went to his ass kicking him all in the balls

The bull queers took off running
Looking over their shoulders to see if we were coming
Air lifted is what the fuck his ass got
I sent his dude a message, " I coming for your spot"