D.S.B

This is a King And Queen Productions And I'm the one and Only Queen Pure Sugar you know Ooooouuuu sound boy Don't text the champion Ooh little sound boy Lock off your idiot sound Mmmm sound boy Know I am the number one Poor little sound boy You can not take my crown From the block where it goes down Move in silence on type of n**** When them choppers make the sound No hesitation squeeze the trigger Chopped down and dismember Had to hit him with the blender They won't find him till Late September Wifey's sad about the old day Remembers his old ways Hoped and prayed That's he's ok Dumb ass Dug his own grave Sound boy Like liver? Chopped and Soufleed Oouuu little sound boy Ooh little sound boy Don't test the champion sound Mmm little sound boy Ooh little sound boy Lock off your idiot sound It's a killers game It's mental Clash hunger Is it in you Got the type of shit to split you Taking aim It won't miss you Putting three in his chest Another two in his chest No need to gather round folks We all know that he's dead Broken Beaten And battered Calling card signed Courtesy The Madd Hatta Kitchen sold out Ain't no fish Ain't no bread Gun salute to me Kuz THat nIGGAz dead Dead right now sound boy We know ya Dead right now Sound boy Dead right now sound boy We know your dead Know your dead Dead right now sound boy We know ya Dead right now Sound boy Dead right now sound boy We know your dead Your dead Don't test the champion Sound boy your dead Bye