What Do You See In My Hood
• Written by TwoOneEight
it's two to one,
one to eight,
Shredding his own flesh to stop the hate,
stressing over girls involved in rape,
testing men making his town unsafe,
besting enemies sending em remedies,
healing wounds stealing tunes,
A real gangsta on his way to the moon,
Laughs at the sight of wannabes all around,
acting like gangstas cuz they listen to a ghetto sound,
but they know fuck with me they'll be on the ground,
ufc shit like ground n pound,
its funny how you say your a real gangsta,
but at the sight,
of a cops lights,
You freeze so fast you get frostbite,
Damn you sag your pants,
in prison it means your open for ass play,
you homosexual obviously your gay,
if not get on your knees and pray,
after tonight brains will be painting my glass panes,
the shades of your insides,
A nice fine tone to the interior,
of my house where my spouse,
will slice your body into shreds you inferior,
Better fear me like I'm your supperior,
Cuz I been smacking booties,
since the day I started snacking fruities,
soon after packing 6 shooters,
for heavy duty missions,
everyone listens,
like I make the decisions,
if I says incision,
then let's use precision,
on this simple mission,
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TwoOneEight
Member since February 26 2014