Bottom of the Bottom

Bitch i'm bout to pop up out this coffin With 100 sticks Each of them is silenced And the clip it holds 100 tips Saw em at the knees If they really think that they running shit I hate everybody you muhfuckas can suck a dick Face tatted up with a scythe Wanna fight? Wanna die? Got my glock And i'm not aiming down the sights Imma squeeze And you bleed Leave him leaking in the streets Imma imma imma imma imma muder everything Death to a fake bitch There's no conversation Grip em by the throat Then put the blade up in they face quick Hey kid You should really know i fucking hate this Acting like you love me Then that pussy fucking lane switched All you rappers pussy And i put that on my mama Imma send you to the bottom of the bottom If it ain't about the commas Ion want the fucking drama You aint poppin how im poppin Tell me get him then i got him Yeah yeah Got me fucked up bitch Yeah i run this shit Hollowtips packed up In my gun lil bitch Where you come from bitch You aint shot no shit I aint got no fucking vest up on the block lil bitch I've been feeling crazy Cause my mind won't let me sleep I just pray for fucking peace When i be rhyming on the beat I'm about to fucking snap And say fuck it leave him deceased And if you understand me Pussy then nod and tell me capeesh Cause all these lil bitches Wanna talk talk talk talk You should turn around And fucking walk walk walk walk Dance around the problem Yeah they waltz waltz waltz waltz Cockin back the glock And it go pop pop pop pop Stop drop roll Don't fucking tempt me Cause i'll take your soul I'm feeling manic and i'll lose control Smoke your ass just like i smoke this bowl So fucking let go Ride around the town Choppa chop you like karate kid Skirt off in the whip I'm feeling like im ricky bobby bitch Talking like he tough But he's a call of duty lobby kid Rob you for your money in your wallet If you got it kid Tryin me i'm not the one I'll leave you in the fucking dirt Bitch i'm riding shotty Let the devil whip the fucking hearse Blade up in your stomach Wipe the blood off on your fucking shirt Voices in my head Are telling me this life a fucking curse Everybody talking but never walking the walk Now you're lifeless in the road And your body outlined with chalk You will never catch me lacking I'm working around the clock I'm focused all on my money So now i dont wanna talk I've been feeling crazy Cause my mind won't let me sleep I just pray for fucking peace When i be rhyming on the beat I'm about to fucking snap And say fuck it leave him deceased And if you understand me Pussy then nod and tell me capeesh