I'm like one of those choir boys that ain't been touched by a priest ,
Cuz if they did they be one of those dearly the ceased,
ain't you know that's what happens when you fuck with a beast,
Especially one under the influence of all the herb that i Chief,
We smacking and cracking all of their teeth,
Dont know how they keeping the peace
I'm all about beef and bitchez that queef,
And if I'm having a problem Revolver would solve em
That's how we do in the east
We battle on beats pcp having a feast
The guns get raised for the dough like the yeast.
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