THA NAMES KENNY.
Bustin Through These Bitches as I go,
cuttin off they heads n legs as a aim for they neese n throat,
your gonna Get something funny to make you laugh you joke,you slave, your a little fag,
who crys out for his brothaz when he gets a Nee To the fuckin head,
look here is a gun this is fun but i aint gonna shoot you,
ima use these keys here, to put u in the trunk Foo!
---Lock N Load...... chhikh chhikh*)
...
Now Here Comes the mothaload, when it all pays off with a pot of gold,
but so far the story's untold, So far your parties Not as bold as they said and tried ta look,
and So Far You,look like Squids and doggs who hide in loggs, thatll creep up when theres Fog,you little squas, ill throw you the steak but dont just take look around you dumb fuck, now ima untuck and unload, bust my bullets out dread, couple caps to ya head, and your no threat, now get on your nees your holmies are all dead....
To be Continued..
WHERE I GREW UP MANG.
THROW IT UP.
YOU GOTTA BE CERTIFIED TO DO THIS.
This is Where i Was born and, Pretty much raised,
We'd Sit back smokin da purple haz,
Hustlin Other peeps for most of our days,
Chillin out up at the B'z N G'z,
But neva Forgettin bout That Wez Was a Family.
Back then Breakin and Rappin Was tha Theme,
If You Wasnt in Then youz was part of our Scheme,
Neva Lookin Forward, Neva Lookin BAck,
Always Makin Money... Was no time for any slack,
We Would Usually Party, While We Look For Tha Pussy,
Hittin Up West Ed, Slangin The Weed, This was our Main Hobby,
But When Wez was dry, We would rely on our otha brothaz For some Supply,
Gotta Stay High,
WeST SiDe!