Who wats dis

click click blou...pulled the trigga and wow i killed three fools with one shot, how?...if you sit there thinkin you can take on the king, take a step back before you start to sing, those lyrics and rhymes i been hustlen them dimes, committen nothin but crimes. Whats wich ya, have you lookin like a cyclone hit ya, get the pitcha three dead niggas, i bet all you bitches are wiggas. yes i never miss please ask yo moms about that kiss, that turned into her lookin at the place where i piss. yeeaah she a freak and she love my dick, sorry to say me and yo moms just click, have it lookin like a mutha fuckin chick flick, if it turns into somethin better, ill have that bitch poorin wetter and wetter. she would cheat if i let her. but i wont and i dont care if i rip out all her hair pullin her ass out the house, i say bitch dont be comin around me no mo i dont need your **** tell ur son i went off and licked your clit yeah and i fondled your tits ha nigga pleaz... stay down dont get up ill fill my cup with this **** that yo momma say she like it...im on some real **** that chronic that dope, i need some **** to help me cope, okay ALOPE ill kill ya with one rope, i just hope, you dont pull a knife or else ill end ya life.