I represent my grave
I represent my block
These Bullet Boyz they kickin' it
We got this cemetery on lock
Pistol whip til I see your brains (cranium)
Deaddy, man, he don't play no games
He pop a mag in the glock (Tarantino)
Try to tear him down he never gonna stop
Crush his brain in the mainframe
While Cyberdyne nukes they're fallin' like rain
Come with me if you want to live
Cuz with an ass like that the Devil's gotta exist
Precipice connection with a deadly erection
Magma drip like the drop like the mic like the WAP
What the fuck is up with all the Tom Foolery?
I'm about to take your ass to the scullery
Wash your mouth out with a bar of fuckin' soap
And send your ass straight down to the West Wing
We forgot about your ass in the West Wing
Ya we're rotten to the core in the West Wing
They're gonna find a pile of bones in the West Wing
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