Bitch, I'm back and I'm feeling kind of fresh
Sudden death is where it's at, I'm craving for flesh
Got all the ice on my wrist, and on my neck, write a check
If you keep talking shit, then off with the head, bitch
It's on site, if I see you, smoked like Tupac
Jealous motherf*ckers wanna be me, but I never lack
All you haters pissing me off, stop with the cap
Shut your f*cking mouth, unless you're gonna talk facts, bitch
He wanted the smoke, so we gonna wet up his block
But he is a joke, yuh, get up off of my cock
Airin' out the mag, yeah, airin' out the glock
Such a little fag, make your whole gang flock
Put yo face on a shirt, then run up in yo place
If you wanna throw a set, say that to my face
But you a scared pussy, and I know yo ass is fake
Don't listen to what you say, cuz you are a snake
Flesh, flesh
Craving for the flesh
Bloodshed
Bringing heat, causing death
Flesh, flesh
Craving for the flesh
Bloodshed
Bringing heat, causing death
When I pull up on the scene, better hope I don't shoot this gun
Cuz you outta luck boy, better f*cking duck, cuz I never miss
I'm sick of forgiveness
So when I'm strapped with the blick, I don't care about remorse
I don't give a f*ck
Put the body in the trunk
You outta luck
Bitch, I'm back and I'm feeling kind of fresh
Sudden death is where it's at, I'm craving for flesh
Got all the ice on my wrist, and on my neck, write a check
If you keep talking shit, then off with the head, bitch
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Bitch, I'm back and I'm feeling kind of fresh
Sudden death is where it's at, I'm craving for flesh
Got all the ice on my wrist, and on my neck, write a check
If you keep talking shit, then off with the head, bitch
It's on site, if I see you, smoked like Tupac
Jealous motherf*ckers wanna be me, but I never lack
All you haters pissing me off, stop with the cap
Shut your f*cking mouth, unless you're gonna talk facts, bitch
He wanted the smoke, so we gonna wet up his block
But he is a joke, yuh, get up off of my cock
Airin' out the mag, yeah, airin' out the glock
Such a little fag, make your whole gang flock
Put yo face on a shirt, then run up in yo place
If you wanna throw a set, say that to my face
But you a scared pussy, and I know yo ass is fake
Don't listen to what you say, cuz you are a snake
Flesh, flesh
Craving for the flesh
Bloodshed
Bringing heat, causing death
Flesh, flesh
Craving for the flesh
Bloodshed
Bringing heat, causing death
When I pull up on the scene, better hope I don't shoot this gun
Cuz you outta luck boy, better f*cking duck, cuz I never miss
I'm sick of forgiveness
So when I'm strapped with the blick, I don't care about remorse
I don't give a f*ck
Put the body in the trunk
You outta luck
Bitch, I'm back and I'm feeling kind of fresh
Sudden death is where it's at, I'm craving for flesh
Got all the ice on my wrist, and on my neck, write a check
If you keep talking shit, then off with the head, bitch
Sudden death is where it's at, I'm craving for flesh
Got all the ice on my wrist, and on my neck, write a check
If you keep talking shit, then off with the head, bitch
It's on site, if I see you, smoked like Tupac
Jealous motherf*ckers wanna be me, but I never lack
All you haters pissing me off, stop with the cap
Shut your f*cking mouth, unless you're gonna talk facts, bitch
He wanted the smoke, so we gonna wet up his block
But he is a joke, yuh, get up off of my cock
Airin' out the mag, yeah, airin' out the glock
Such a little fag, make your whole gang flock
Put yo face on a shirt, then run up in yo place
If you wanna throw a set, say that to my face
But you a scared pussy, and I know yo ass is fake
Don't listen to what you say, cuz you are a snake
Flesh, flesh
Craving for the flesh
Bloodshed
Bringing heat, causing death
Flesh, flesh
Craving for the flesh
Bloodshed
Bringing heat, causing death
When I pull up on the scene, better hope I don't shoot this gun
Cuz you outta luck boy, better f*cking duck, cuz I never miss
I'm sick of forgiveness
So when I'm strapped with the blick, I don't care about remorse
I don't give a f*ck
Put the body in the trunk
You outta luck
Bitch, I'm back and I'm feeling kind of fresh
Sudden death is where it's at, I'm craving for flesh
Got all the ice on my wrist, and on my neck, write a check
If you keep talking shit, then off with the head, bitch
Writer: Destin Kula
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