RAT BASTARD

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Kut Sotor

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God, you made me so good
I don't need to rat
What's life expectancy when you rat?
Sins made me bad
Still, I'm good
I know you needed that
I loved that I grew up in the hood
I watched you feed the rats
Plus those Pigeons and cats
What they expect from the blacks
The propagandist
Spewing his loaded languages on tax
Like pistols in fact
No matter what I gets to the food
I follow the golden rule
Mind my business sending mules
And keep sticks to reach you fools
They trick y'all and took y'all jewels
Had us Blending in like octaroon
Told us they walked on the moon
Feed you the truth with a teaspoon
I'm ahead of my time
Like I left my watch home
I talk different liked the definition
From a foxhole
And all that shit you sat on wasn't a thrown
My names is buzzing holmes
Still you was never my holmes
Listen well you can hear murder
Screaming from your home
Stupid not your holmes
Go home and find your family
Waiting like avatars
That's my repertoire
Bluebills with crime skills
Damn it God
You gone bleed for these stars and bars
You gone bleed for these stars and bars

Bastard
You a rat bastard
You a rat bastard
You a rat bastard
You a rat bastard
You a rat bastard
You a rat bastard
You a rat bastard
You a rat bastard

These silly demons need an upgrade
Thinking I can't make it handmade
Caskets are my specialty before a fade
One's before you are with the mermaid
They was so thirsty
So I just let them swim
Trust me its different how we win
Don't die before a kill
And nobody can block gunfire
I'm a living legend you should admire
Or I'll keep you in this crossfire
I'm a boss I own my own choir
I get them to sing to you after I fire
You can't be giving hugs
When selling addictive drugs
I realize I can't be teaching you fucks
Niggas is dumb as a truck
Killing them with high fashion
They boosting it to cash in
They reading me without the caption
Following my price point like Jacksons
We're in the hood why you laughing
Gimmie what the price is
Or you get the pop quiz
This gonna be a hot fizz
You yelling no not your kids
Instead, take your wiz
Nigga I'm about the shits
Nothing is counterfeit
That nine double m she can baby sit
she hates killing like a hypocrite
And this is my holy writ
So tight it's double knit
You should brace your bitch
On the road with my misfits
Who you fucking with

Bastard
You a rat bastard
You a rat bastard
You a rat bastard
You a rat bastard
You a rat bastard
You a rat bastard
You a rat bastard
You a rat bastard

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