Crestland madman, country club psycho
With a soul rifle and a hatred for the 5 -0
Their early death is normal,
Make the minutes move in slo -mo
cause when it end we really don't know
Kong on they back before they grow old
And in my turf the streets so cold
Put this on the shopper that I hold
Kent folks and we be taggin'
I bust back, bust once, bust twice
I tear off your bumper, it's my only gang
Nigga, I jump ya, all by myself
With no help, if you die, oh well
People, I'm a menace, it's
paramedics clean the scene, slay the lambs with
paramedics clean the scene, slay the lambs with
SKs and they all want fiends
VIP, with me theme, feelin' the
I'm searchin', lookin' for a guinea pig,
Strap with the mini -cig on
Always tighter than a po -po or the
I'm ridin' some hypo with ported heads
Why? I'm gon' run, dumb outlaw
On a crooked path, tryna look at cash
Look at wood on the dash,
Listen to the satellites, big appetite
Nigga ain't act in' right
I'm ill, so will you, smell it
Mack and roll, tell them how to spell it
paramedics clean the scene
paramedics clean the scene
Scatter when you see my scowl
can't put her from my scowl
Since her people grow, we did
All this n***a testin' line,
3C beats, your ball, a beat town
these bitches run like great hounds
We have no funk, guerrilla warfare style
Move on to you without a sound and all of a sudden,
Doctors say smokin' poison
Especially in them backwoods,
but fuckin' plays the pound
And then I mention, we do the
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