Chinatown

Chinatown Chinatown see my gun so don't make a sound

fuck with me and you'll hit the ground, so much shells shits hard to count

sit in my room got deep ass thoughts about this life i fought

shit.. this sounds like i'm depressed thinking bout Conti in that hoco dress

light up a blunt lets clean this mess, fiji in hand voss in my bag

stop acting like you know this shit cuz the water you drinkin from a obese clit

you got dat small ass girl with the flat ass tits and you wonder why everyone hates you

its cause i sit in my room got deep ass thoughts just deep ass thoughts

 

sorry mastermind your not worth my time i don't associate with you or ya crew

fuck with us and we'll crack your neck, bout 20 fuckin years till ya see our fuse

not wasting my time talking bout you and shit this songs about me and how ill work ya shit

im done... mrs smith finish him off detention setter worm collecta

maple syrup watch me worship ya off to the TLC bouta see conti and help her smoke dis weed

peace...to the kids with tha special needs