[Chorus] Kicking that thug shit, set it, you could get it Your whole clique deaded, wet up, infrareded Head up in the street, whatever the weather whatever lets get it in It aint nothing Kicking that thug shit, set it, you could get it Your whole clique deaded, wet up, infrareded Homie you bugging, you aint thugging, what drug you on? You must be sniffing that bullshit [Verse 1] Youre rocking faggot ice, youre a maggot commercial pretty boy Bitch ass nukka, Ill bodybag you, slice Steal your female through emails Fight ten of you and prevail, get real gully, you will get killed I get ill, peel your grill, flesh back revealed The white meat, fights in the street Ill brawl, dont test next Smash a bottle, pieces of glass slash your model face Plastic surgery, lacerate your goggles Mush you, I wish you would give me a reason to bruise your facial tissue over a racial issue Dish you out the most brutal physical beating for being stereotypical, now youre internally bleeding My trife rep gets your wife wet, my butcher knife will prep you for the afterlife so get set to repent I transform like a deceptacon and wild out on you tampon rejects then Im gone [Chorus] [Verse 2] Your gear games weak so you a no-name geek You front Ill make your veins leak you fake ass cheese, my chains unique Nike pimpingzilla, my psyche flipping Michael Vicking you right for gripping sniping clipping you bicycle dipping Gripping the ox, Ill thug it out box rugged You little bug, your Glock in the cupboard, rubber grip pops is stubborn Make a face when you peep me homie Break your face on GP you dont know me, make a mistake and sleep on me Im pulling dime bitches, my mind itches to relinquish nine bullets In a snitchs spine, I do crime distinguished You fronting homeboy Im stunting with a chrome toy Hunting you like its Rome Troy, your dome destroyed You dont rep hip hop, you wont step if shit pops off Youre soft rocking flip-flops and? get you props Ill make your chick cheat then fuck her with my prick meat To a sick beat I click street like brick concrete A nick of weed, lick heat at you, you need quick feet You look sweet, you lick feet, you watch chickflicks dickweed Time elapsed, cant rewind it back, kicked too many rhymes on the track Garbage your lines lack, you define whack Son Ill jailhouse you, got a razor mouth full Its doubtful youll evade, Im too powerful My blades bout it fool, scalpel sharp, I got kicked out of school kid I could show you how to be cool [Chorus]
