Dirty rap

Got gats packed back in my backpack in my backseat,

Told you bitches each last week, it's a fact

Sheeit I make a bitches titties squeak,

it's lil bo peep tryna get down on a ill freak

my ill speak leave ya week beggin on ya knees

checkin mate after wreckin ya girl hecklin please

I hurl chargin fees just to acquire my fire an disease

these ain't tricks up my sleeve,

just thirsty chicks tryna see the D

ride the dick of the dirtiest emcee, but ain't shit for free

Wild styles to mimic, just throw me the key to the honda civic

and we'll roll up in it, lemme finish this Guinness

back like Dennis the Menace, playin lyrical tennis in this endless rhythmical diss

dont throw a fit Chris, you ain't a crip bitch so don't miss this before it slips

*flic* my Bic I'll flip you the bird, now ya heard a sick rap and a dope rappa your shit's absurd

phony nerd full a baloney, it hurts to be thrown off the throne eh homie?