Slippery Slope

It’s a slippery slope when you get on that dope. Watch your step bitch you’re walking a tight rope.

You and ya granny both yea she a crack hoe.

I know about you bro I heard you like to drop the soap

Yeah I’m going at em (atom) like an isotope.

My sister left you so you smoking crack to cope.

Your lifes falling apart now you’re losing hope

You smoking rock and watch porn just to get excited.

This song’s your funeral and every ones invited.

You wanted beef I’m just the one that supplied it.

Butcher shop I will cut you up if you ever tried it

Ok mother fucker don’t blow a hip out.

We lookin for you you might wanna skip town. I’ll have my boys looking for a bitch clown.

Call you Ronald McDonald.

Treat you like some grass mow you down

have you facedown forget that crown

we all know you can’t swim watch you drown

blood screams are all of the sounds

fuck this I’m ready to unleash the rounds

You look like a fuckin worm with fake waves. There just went the little last fuck that I gave.

You’re 50 years old time to learn to behave. boy I wouldn’t cry now that shit right there is too late for you to save, this is just the path you paved.

It was always just attention you craved, you ain’t shit but a minimum wage slave

7.25 an hour I know that shits tough.

50 and lonely I know that shit gets rough.

You got some rocks just take a few puffs and do your best to stay out of the hand cuffs.

You old as fuck and need a caregiver

I’ve had enough

This old man’s digging a deep hole.

Good thing I got a backhoe, you can tell me how deep to go.

He ain’t got no backbone.

Bury your ass like a fucking mole.

Stock those shelves and shut your mouth just go play your role.

If granny kicks you out you’d live under a bridge you fucking troll.

You been acting up I told Santa to bring some coal.

You look like an elf I’ll put you on the shelf.

Like rotten food I think you’re bout to expire.

Getting exposed as a faggot and a fucking liar. Even ya grandma knows I’m just preaching to the choir

Stepped away from rap but you gave me a reason.

You a turkey and it’s hunting season

You sill inn that cooler bet it’s fuckin freezin. Your ex and your homie told me all about you they call that treason

Try to run you won’t get too far.

You got No license no car I’ll have you seeing stars.

You been getting flamed call me Charizard. Don’t make the wrong move cause I’m a real

Wild card.

I’d beat ya ass and I wouldn’t even try hard.

You should take that part time check and buy a body guard.

Something about you still suspicious.

Maybe it’s the fact that you act like 10 bitches. You tryin to act vicious but built like a damn midget.

You got no bread searching for crumbs like a fuckin pigeon