13. "I go to town on you, beat the crown off you" In response to In response to 0
Beat the clothes off you try'na get the hounds off you N&*%a, fighting back is only gonna make it worse I don't respect your little punches, Imma make it hurt A cold lead shower, a hot blood bubble bath Throw him in the acid and get rid of the gooey mess Turn that n%$#a into special sauce, chill lord I'm not a killer, but you pushing me to set it off And Imma lash out, and Imma mash out laughing I'm wicked, blow the hash and the kush down Focus on the bread when n%^$#s try to gaffle me That's when I treat 'em with force and brutality My palms keep itching my money don't stop Cause my work keep clicking I got it bolt locked Gang of Indians that smoke the peace pipe dolo Excuse you cause when it's murder, I solo