I love the smell of it
Pussy ass bitches who try killing it
The way I run shit I smack bitches for the hell of it
Wanna know why you bitches celibate
She's got your balls in her purse and she laughs so go tell her kid
That you a pistol packing bitch smacking killa
But if you're getting pussy I can tell you I can feel you
Wichita is my home partially known or let it be know
Bitches fear me in my physical form
Cause I'm a beats, the midwest king ready to feast
On these flossing ass rappers describing them to a T
Skin tight jeans they looking faggy to me
Snapback on your bitch I'mma punch her in the teeth
Next one to say swag is getting caught in a stickup
Get your blood on your jordans you will be my next victim
Smoke a couple blunts get high as the sky fuck it
I wish this new era hip hop would just die

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This new hip hop be bumping the block she said
She likes to listen if she stuffing the cock I listen to
Nas, Big L, Biggie, and Pac I wish these new fucking rappers would straight up get shot

(verse 2)
Get shot, Get shot or for nothing
Sailor Jerrys and Crown Royal I'm coming
Vodka shots to the dome now I'm buzzing
You're just made cause I got your bitch lusting
For ElementZ dick, get her hella bent quick
Off the shit gotta love it when she grips dick
Hella gone with a 45 I rip shit, and now I'm hella crossing names of my hit list
Now what the fuck I got him without a problem caught him stunting like his daddy he was slipping so he lost him
A fat bitch was bossing, corrections officer problems knock that beard of his face he's a bitch he ain't flossing
I beast on a rapper everyday that I can
And stretch the rules like a fucking rubber band, GOD DAMN
I won't let them turn me to blind
And I swear to god I don't even want to rhyme

(hook x2)

(verse 3)
Get shot, get shot or get buck
ElementZ, rip shit don't give fucks
White boy go hella hard rip tracks up
Fuck the law, they finna lock your ass up
I stay DL for real no bitch to him me up and that is on the real
My rhymes are tighter than bitch jeans
And all you fake ass rapppers stop its harder than it seems
Take a concept and try to stay on topic
You almost had a verse half way you kind of lost it
You talk about real shit and how hard the struggle is
And then its all about bitches guns and busting it
You phony I thought I had a homie
But all these fucking rappers are just in the for the money
Remember that hip hop is an art, I take it to heart
You fuckers were faking it from the start

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