im murdering poeple more brutal than a mob of pitbulls
i takes nothing to diss you
picture me chillin on a coupe while a ur mom prepares me soup
im something anonymous, a supreme of cannibus
i have no peer even god is still wonderin
im out for ur blood keep so ya veins locked
shit flows outta u coz you been cocked a lot
i call ag a pot and i pick cats out with a fork
just like how ur mom does when she's serving me my pork
if ag was a sport, this would be rugby and i would be the lock
if id come to ur hood, wud u beat me or not?
u'd prolly be on the centre spot with ur pants on ur knees and ur a** stuck on a cock
ur face on sweat and a dude on ur top
ha ha!
moff is dea!!!