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Stranglin' rappers until the point they yell 'Cause they crew is full of fags and than bake sales Reckless, come behind and snatch your necklace Gruesome, and causin' more violence than hoodlums I grapple your adam's until it crackle Run right past you, turn around, grab you and you Get executed, I'm a "Luni" I got a "Yukmouth" and polluted I cock it back shoot it I love snatchin' up players thugs and young Shoot up the household, even the young barricade to bring the noise While the bullets break your bones up like toys If I go solo, I'm a song with Bolo A big nigga, screamin' "Kuniva yo yo" I leave ya leakin', run up in church And smack the while he's preachin' Take a swing at the
I used to cats I sold weed and weight I was straight 'til I got caught 'em shake I'm ignorant, with the intent to your rent I got kicked out of summer camp for sex in my tent With the daughter, my brain's out of order I've a Kon Artis since I was swimmin' in water In cahoots with this nigga Carlisle Von Who got fired from U-P-S for to send you a bomb (Special delivery!) I signed to a local for fun Say I got cancer, get dropped, take the and run you in the rain while you carry your son Call your and hang up on you for not givin' me none Born up out a pussy but a son of a gun Got a reputation for niggas runnin' they funds Used to be the type of nigga that was some one's 'Til I met your fat mama, now I'm rollin' in
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