fuck out of here A. K-Fed


my rhymes are like ya social skills flatten ya life line
muthafucka wants to battle on a saturday night time
you a lie, like every time you mention you carry nines
sorry son you only 9 Im kickin you out this time
my design blunted, enough kid I aint bluffin
stop whining, stop frontin, you AINT KILLIN NOTHING
you a ANUS, callin out an ALIAS to make you FAMOUS
it aint worth the ANGUISH, stop mangling LANGUAGE
stop ya orange tip gun talk-
god save the Queen, if she heard how her son talk
and knew that he bums cocks,
bum slut buckle up dumb fuck
rode with luck ya guts is ending up in a dump truck
dumbstruck, a ghetto stomp'll wake his ass quick fast
step in a real hood and cop out like piff grass
ASS, ya chance dwindles as you go out to a sad fiddle
im poppin shots at EMPRO u a monkey in the middle, hahahahahaha