Lyrical Gangbang

This should be played at high volume Preferably in a residential area Now I'ma kick up dust As I begin to bust On the wick-wack, fucked up suckers you can't trust When I pick up I lick up, ya face get smacked up When I rack up, so all you motherfuckers just pack up Or get slapped with the swiftness If you think you're swift then forget Merry Christmas Now stuff that in your stocking I'm knocking em out the box 'n' Knocking em out their sock 'n' 'Cause Robin is rocking Breaking em down to the slab Taking em down on their ass Now what you wanna do? Ya wanna battle, huh? See ya watch and creak without a motherfucking paddle Rattle that brain, I'm not that same ol' plain Jane Roll on you like a boulder, you're nothing more than a grain Or a pebble, take it from the real rap rebel Not Bushwick Bill but I can take it to that other level You think you got pull then pull it! I got the trigger so I figure you'll bite the bullet Then bite the dust and what the fuck Do what I must and what I must is bust The bubble or choose some trouble, forty-due's So stick to my Luger, Lady of Rage is coming through (Some cool shit, some cool shit) I fears no one, I makes em cool off like a polar cap Lynching as I hits, misses the rolling back? Pushing packs to make a profit Diggy dope stuck on the topic so stop and gimme my pops, kid I'm living large like a fat bitch So get back, bitch, I'm hard to broke art so the faggots This young black kid, I'm mercenary, merciless Murdering mega some niggas so who's first to diss They say I'm bad so you'll find none worst than this Chewing motherfuckers up like a Hershey Kiss Put to sleep, ripping the lyrics I'm leaving Rough wind flex too complex, wrecks, then I'm peace So feel the wrath, nigga, I rip in half niggas Ya quick to talk shit I whip your ass nigga So watch me blast, nigga, cause I'm the last nigga Ya wanna fuck wit, so up your cash, nigga I make stagger, ob' skills and jimmy ragged Home in and drag her, sit wit ya girl and watch me tag her Pulling steel like a stunt Sold like an ID card, nigga, no needs to front, so Here to torment up a track on crack And I'm strapped witta semi-toll milli-ten Mac Yo, I breaks em off, I breaks em off cheap Deadly as Jason on Friday The 13th Back in the days, niggas they use to scrap But now in '92, niggas they pull they strap 'Cause, umm, police them come wicked and dem shoot Niggas, so niggas retaliate and start to loot Execute, boom, stomping black soldier Here to teach and mould ya The ennerator, dominator, narrator RB to the motherfucking X Flex wicked styl-e, bomping be found into greed by a Maniac with a gat See nowadays niggas is like that I pull my trigger back, the bullets go Bop, bop, bop now I'm on Death Row Fuck it, niggas going wild, every night they shoot It's like Beirut Maybe you should get a Teflon vest for your chest Anytime ya step into my hood But that'll do you no good One slug to ya face, no hate, you getting smoked like wood Nasty nigga but he pumps, lays flat on the concrete Here comes the white sheet Mr. Coroner cocked with some yellow tape But the murderers escape Outtie like 5 G's Lyrical gangbang but it's just a G thing