imma kill these two herbs with one poem like two birds with one stone
chop up ya bodies and build a throne out of ya bones
triple D last time you know you got owned...me and Luther be the Vendetta Champs
and V-nak's so bitch he slumped over with menstral cramps
my mentals amped....im ready for a street brawl
triple D's faker than those triple titties on Total Recall
and Nak you aint street god...your as pussy as they come
and hows it feel to know you will never make a pussy cum?
how come?....cause you lack self esteem and cant get a girl
but i herd you gave triple D a necklace made out of pearls
you best to run son as my index curls...your about to get blasted
i find it funny when triple D brags about his gats when theyre probably plastic
typical Scarborough wanna be thug i love to put in a casket
but not before i fasten his cabbage with the blade from a hatchet
throwin hexes with black magick at these crabs tryin to grab shit
ive had it i already merked these two pussy faggots....its not even a challenge
these herbs got no talents plus theyre mentally off balance
i swoop down in violence and grabbem with my gold talons
open up they mellons and drink they koolaid blood by the gallons
ps: triple D leave the mafioso talk to the thourough bred Italians -(im Italian to)
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