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ON TOP!
by Guardian
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Bitch I'm on the top and I ain't ever getting off
And all these motha fucking maggots busy wanna fuckin' talk
I take his fuckin head and I might fucking knock it off
I spark the blunt and then I face it til that fucking shit is gone
You don't gotta run, because you know you couldn't hide
I know you think you safe inside the function but I broke inside
Matte black Pontiac, the windows down and bullets fly
I don't really fuck with anybody please just fucking die
Yeah!
You get me pissed off
If i fucking see him Ima rip his fucking limbs off
Bitch you wanna take a step?
Ima bouta blow a hole inside his fucking chest
Wait if you wanna push an issue you might just be next
Drag him fucking down then we hang him by the neck
Have you ever had a chainsaw,
Ripping through your neck?
You fuck with me wont see the day nah
Off my fucking shit i go through violent fucking withdrawal
Get too fucking close and i might fucking rip your face off
Bitch I'm on the top and I ain't ever getting off
And all these motha fucking maggots busy, wanna fucking talk?
I take your fucking head and I might fucking knock it off
I spark the blunt and then I face it til that fucking shit is gone
Yeah you wanna talk about a cadence?
Lost my fucking shit i might lose my fucking patience
Aint no TMZ bitch i stay off of Surveillance
Off so many drugs but Im not a fucking patient
Why is everybody in my fucking house afraid of me
If I got you in fucking my sight you is an enemy
If you need a second ima give you til the count of three
He ain't missing, you can find him hanging by a fucking tree
Yeah I'm in the pit bitch you give a shit?
We fucking walk inside this bitch and now he getting hit
I don't got no fucking time for a hypocrite
If you fucking talking please just fucking zip your lips
I'm throwing out the key, what you fuckin' need?
I might fucking pull up put some holes inside the scene
Want the fucking smoke and now he try to fucking flee
Check your fucking doors before you fucking go to sleep
Why is everybody in my fucking house afraid of me
If I got you in fucking my sight you is an enemy
If you need a second ima give you til the count of three
He ain't missing, you can find him hanging by a fucking tree!
Bitch I'm on the top and I ain't ever getting off
And all these motha fucking maggots busy wanna fuckin' talk
I take his fuckin head and I might fucking knock it off
I spark the blunt and then I face it til that fucking shit is gone
You don't gotta run, because you know you couldn't hide
I know you think you safe inside the function but I broke inside
Matte black Pontiac, the windows down and bullets fly
I don't really fuck with anybody please just fucking die
Yeah!
You get me pissed off
If i fucking see him Ima rip his fucking limbs off
Bitch you wanna take a step?
Ima bouta blow a hole inside his fucking chest
Wait if you wanna push an issue you might just be next
Drag him fucking down then we hang him by the neck
Have you ever had a chainsaw,
Ripping through your neck?
You fuck with me wont see the day nah
Off my fucking shit i go through violent fucking withdrawal
Get too fucking close and i might fucking rip your face off
Bitch I'm on the top and I ain't ever getting off
And all these motha fucking maggots busy, wanna fucking talk?
I take your fucking head and I might fucking knock it off
I spark the blunt and then I face it til that fucking shit is gone
Yeah you wanna talk about a cadence?
Lost my fucking shit i might lose my fucking patience
Aint no TMZ bitch i stay off of Surveillance
Off so many drugs but Im not a fucking patient
Why is everybody in my fucking house afraid of me
If I got you in fucking my sight you is an enemy
If you need a second ima give you til the count of three
He ain't missing, you can find him hanging by a fucking tree
Yeah I'm in the pit bitch you give a shit?
We fucking walk inside this bitch and now he getting hit
I don't got no fucking time for a hypocrite
If you fucking talking please just fucking zip your lips
I'm throwing out the key, what you fuckin' need?
I might fucking pull up put some holes inside the scene
Want the fucking smoke and now he try to fucking flee
Check your fucking doors before you fucking go to sleep
Why is everybody in my fucking house afraid of me
If I got you in fucking my sight you is an enemy
If you need a second ima give you til the count of three
He ain't missing, you can find him hanging by a fucking tree!
