Originally Posted by
bad boy T
Yo Sleep it's time to put you to death
Streets distrest your mentality gets cooked to a mess
Hooked on the sess you booked on the press
Shook ones like Mobb Deep slugs shook through your vest
So I made the challange so you better reply
Or were have to call you pussy Sinatra with wings like a butterfly
You falling in the abyss of shit the passage of grits
Fastest to spit plastered your bitch while your mama massages your tits
Fuck you cat fronting thinking you alpacino
From the sandy shores of San Bardino Blast through the water like a torpedo
Yo amigo Coma esta Porta Rico
You strive through the streets just to cut another kilo
I bet this wack boy won't even reply
This crack toy style sly
You know I ripped you Chewed up and spit you
Pass you blast you stamped up and shipped you
Out of the boularvard thrown in a cage
To battle a protaganist like me you have to be brave
You look slayed and I ani't even done
Why you suck your sisters pussy with your dick in your mum
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