song

ay yo i dont know if it the grass making be so slow baking ur momas oven that bitch blow for dough u know so dont step to my bout right and wrong alright im right ur wrong ur reign will be shorter than a song i give u a big L put it on oh what now that chigga gone shoulda took ur win con i know teakwando like raekwon u hoe hoe hoe my immortal techniqe leave u crying snow we fold u like wet sheets dig ur tomb already i leave mf doomed u aint god but a fallen angel stop testin me restin be till lill chiggaz grab my testice get fried eyes like fake breast when reading my lyrics i miss when the rap game was solid pokemon onyx nas and big like who missed come here let me kiss ur tear i wont bite come near dont look in the rear it wont make me dissapear or stop this spear from entering u here to here some soft as butter here i smear u talk like u were stuck printing walls with chalk but really u cry and lie all pain u faced was a paper cut from my pape fuck these rappers no rape i leave em red no blush green go hide in a bush dawg gone smoke u like some good kush be humble bitch gone hush a bluff u know u aint really tough