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smoke a blunt, get drunk, hit a line of that funk,
now you fallin up in the spot and you thinkin that you crunk,
you ain't crunk, yous a punk, and I'ma show you that tonight
all it takes is one killer to step and we can start a fight
in the middle of the club, b*tch wasup we can do this s**t
security ain't gonna jump in the way because they scared of this
implantin this into ya brain so you know the next time you cross the line
again it's standin full of sin when you fk wit the boss
biggest,badest,roughest motha fker, but ya still a b*tch
I'm comin in crunker than the others for the fk of it
liquor bottles h*t ya harder than some syrup when ya slum
have ya shakin, fakin, body achin by the time I'm done
legally this isn't right but ask me if I give a s**t
peacefully I'll read your rights and have you beggin me to quit
hit ya weed and liquor or whatever else it takes to jump
just remember, just cause you fked up it doesn't mean your crunk,
chorusx2: I know you strapped, but you cowards like to play hard
and knowin that you don't wanna catch a murder charge,
see butsters like to get full of that weed and liquor snort a line,
in ya mind now yous a killer
Talking:d*mn man godd*mn paul man you might have to slow this motha fker down a
little bit man I'm on that syrup man I'm high and I'm drunk man you need to
slow down
Verse 2: I'm not scared of you just cause you came in actin a d*mn fool
runnin lip talkin s**t, bet you wouldn't without ya tool
now ya hard very hard ballin down the boulevard, pi*sy pants doin ya dance
I'm behind ya in a faster car, weak as water so is yo mama, father and ya
faculty, quickly sauder up yo lips so you can't trip or speak of me
watch me creep up from the back wit gats and pick you off by ones, had to
repaint the walls wit ya while ya smokin on ya blunt,hate to be the one to show you that drugs kill and thats a fact,but I love that I am the one who put the bullet in your back, next time when you step
to the plate come back and just let it rip, stead of moaning out I thought
you crunk, you ran back to ya whip, holy ghost is up in ya when you see me you fade
away, makin fun of all you cowards powered by a pack of bay
hopefully one day you'll find out in the end you just a b*tch
until then just keep on drinkin smokin snortin up some s**t
chorusx2...fade out