what the fuck is up you busta
catch a rusty blade
your wig is split
you cannot spit when blood is runnin down your fucking dome
an extra dose of comatose
an overdose of 808
without a fuckin antidote
these showboats tryna catch a fade
like what the fuck you wanna say
break yourself before you run your mouth
you end up with that fuckin hell to pay
hell to pay
best for you to turn away
messin with the tundra mane
Ill leave your body broken
blood stops flowing
its already frozen
listen to that phonk bump
bodies in the trunk
lookin for some trouble when Im feelin kinda drunk
kickin with the boys yeah we smokin on that skunk
keep your fuckin bunk ass shit we got no room for chumps
Im sayin
listen to that phonk bump
bodies in the trunk
lookin for some trouble when Im feelin kinda drunk
kickin with the boys yeah we smokin on that skunk
keep your fuckin bunk ass shit
the glock is cocked we milly rock