A demonstration of who the best is
Stress is when I afflict your death wish
Check this before I check you
And tell you what the rest knew already
We get it heavy, money bad
The crack or axe roll on your Chevy
Get ready, prepare for the truth
I double dare one to double cross me
Play booth, you can't flip to suit
You run them down, blindfold 'em
Line 'em up, gun them down
Even when I fuck around I don't fuck around
My life work can leave your life curb
Smell a perfect trait, yeah, I smell like perp
Dirt, do your dirty and give it back to earth
For what is worth find another turf
Before you work learn the hustle first
Cut them off with a hunger thirst
I drink in here till I'm full, the raging bull
Too much births and yeah, I'm full
Aiming at the chess play, call it lay it face
You get cramps when the Brea Brakes
I get big chunks, raw chunks
You'll get found in the deep slump
You ran it out of throw, real face
I pump your brakes, see you at the wait, nigger
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