D-Doug,
this * ain't got no * drums in it, man.
Damn!
Why don't you put some * drums in the music,
so I can get down no business?
I think it's time I paid a little visit
to my rundown neighborhood cemetery
to tell me of the people I've buried.
57, 58, 59.
All laying down in the same line.
Yeah,
I like that, man.
That's the sound I gotta * it up.
Y'all let me finish this freestyle, though, man.
Hold em up.
I'm sorry,
motherfucker, laying out dead.
So if you wanna come, come hard,
or you'll be another nigga in the mood.
Yeah,
you motherfuckers going for bad and *,
you know what I'm saying?
But you'll be another nigga in the mood,
motherfucker.
Oh, y'all check this out.
But getting back to the bloodbath,
you motherfuckers out there going for bad.
How'd it go?
I'm a fifth-board possum,
and * didn't make me none.
I ain't scared of no goddamn gun.
I knew.
Once I saw a plate, I snuck him.
What if I had street claws, man?
* him.
I put it on his ass, cause he's bigger.
Then worry about the other three niggas.
All of them ran to get backup.
That's 12 more niggas I'ma stack up.
I'ma get this truck in a rage.
I got 12 trail games.
If the clunk don't keep ya,
I'll be forced to hit you with the street.
Your ass shouldn't have started no static.
12-gun shots, static.
I ain't going out like no suck.
I'm going out like a crazy fucker.
Everybody knows that I ain't got it all.
Don't give a * about me, y'all.
Hit three or four in the head.
That's three or four niggas left for dead.
It doesn't pay the check cards,
cause I'm sending motherfuckers to the morgue.
Morgue.
Morgue.
Morgue.