half (ping) With this muthafuckin baseball bat And if all fails I got a automatic But I don't wanna kill him, I wanna kill his habit But some may say
번역: Kaci. 습관을 죽이고.
번역: WC. 습관을 죽이고.
best invest in a brace I'm makin' moves shake and bake and then I eat the whole plate I'm psyclone like a dog for his bone you take a piece of my pie
bitch I got a pine box just your size, I know it'll fit Your whole life's a mistake, stop holdin' the pen Kill yourself, come back as a man over again
thinking you're thinking of me I draw this line, I still unwind, it's poison And I'm dying I just need a savior Catty behavior I'm not a traitor I'm sinking like a
like a caterpillar I come with a toy, boy like a Happy Meal And you's a motherfucking duck, Daffy Dill I'm from the school of hard knocks, where we scrap and kill
Make a girl sell her body for a five-dollar bag Some think my adventure's a joy and a thrill But I'll put a gun in your hand and make you kill In cellophane
death, he lit a cigarette He said these damn things will kill me yet But God is great, beer is good and people are crazy Last call it's 2 a.m., I said
I'm curling with my love The last one out of the box The one who broke the seal Obligations Complications Routines and schedules A job that's killing you Killing
the mind of a maniac What part of real you niggas don't understand? Lemme talk to ya'll before we leave [Rapping:] I keep a gat cause niggas murder gotta bad habit
'Scuse me, as I kiss the sky Sing a song of six pence, a pocket full a rye Who the fuck wanna die for their culture Stalk the dead body like a vulture
instantly She dipped to Mexico, I'm a get you hoe I'm a find you and check you like a physical I'm not a doctor but I cut a bitch open With this game
street A different story every time we meet You been hanging with a different crowd Your acting tough and your talkin' loud It's gonna work for you every single day A bad habit
m peelin' rappers' heads, makin' a sam-a-wich Think I'ma turn into and put a bullet inside of a Motherfucker from Westside, a 1987 box I'm headed up,
8Track, A-Dats stole your Kit Kats Grab your fanny pack and gagged you With a six, pack a six White Castle sack Drip wax in your office fax Changed a
a thick cloud of smoke You're like a fat joint, I'm takin' a toke, I'm like coke But you ain't smilin', feelin' erratic, a fuckin' addict To the dope