I wrote this when I wasn't high.....
I'll do another one later when I am....
Your styles not happening. like dead people getting up
the rhymes are treated like my girl....these verses getting fucked
tell me why your sweating punk? are you afraid of the dark?
we'll take you, smack your bitch & leave her raped in the park
we some sick psychopaths, we some devil's in disguise
we put the barrel in your eyes for a special surprise
click click boom... I'm letting shots pop off
is that real gold or fake gold? take his rocks off
take his socks off, there's some cash up in his wallet
take that & get some rum, we'll live life like Alcoholics
dump his body in the ocean, let him sleep with the fishes
I'll light a blunt... & get fucked up in the street with my misses
speaking of getting fucked up....you wanna taste my fist?
i peed in some girls twat & let some dude drank her piss
wait can I get an 8th?.......homeboy I meant the last bar
D-E-R-D-Y-P-K you bitches know my tracks hard
