The Only 1
• Written by throb
sitting at the top looking down at u peasants, im the top b,
where my crown at heifers, u wanna be the queen, b im
number one, u gotta problem, well come see me im don corleon,
come and test my patience, I aint built for the bull, finger on that
trigga, best believe im gone pull, if u really bad then step up
to the don, not corleon im talking the freakin Teflon, u better run when u
see me, cuz im coming faster then lightening, its frightening, how
these bullets fly out and spit fire, they gone fry ya, put holes in the
higher, part of ya body to ya head, and pour red, my favorite color, its
bloody, on ya i plead murda to ya life, with this knife i slice twice or
maybe thrice on ya, give ya body to the flames and fame u will gain,
in the news ur story break, tortured u will be, nasty visions of u burned
will scar ur family
and if u don't know now u know
and if u don't know now u know
the only 1
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throb
Member since April 14 2015