yall dont want it wit KAUS
Verse one
ill melt ur face like hott butta, i dont need this rap shit, i got packs in tha gutta/ my guns clap like a football huttle, i spit flames like a space shuttel, i pop my guns till tha barrel starts to ruttle/ chrome on tha hip, chrome on tha whip, chrome on me when i flip, chrome on ur lip...BANG/ there goes ur front grip, wut i mean is no more teeth, im like an ox pussy i am beef/ at tha age of 13, i was runnin wit tools on my waist, rabbin ppl, gun n they face like...GIVE ME EVRYTHING/ ima cold blooded killer slash threat, i can tell u scared to bust cuz ur body is shaken like a vibrator/ just copped tha new ferrari with tha inside all gator, i gotta desert eagle for ya haters/ when my pumps spark my whole body jerk, if these cats want beef yall can start to get merked/ ima pull tha trigger, till my hand cant work.
Verse two
my bags fat like that one time trip to tha landromat/ ill run up on u with tha gat, that let off 8 and let ur chest get all that,then run up on u n crack ur head wit tha bat/ wrist all gray with rox like concrete,most of these cats is soft like r&b beats/ ill dump clips until steem cums out tha heat, ill put tha metal to ur back like an operating table/ i give bitches dick thats enuf to keep em fable, and i dont give them NOTHIN ELSE/ feins cum for me lookin for that hook up, like im dealin cable, an when im commin for BITCHES they better start praying to god like they at tha dinna table.
anywon want to battle holla at me! p.s., word to ur motha and o yea ur motha ur brotha and each one and the other sucka
