i heard some b-tch -ss n-gg-‘s havin att-tude.
i eat em up like some mothaf-ckin’ dogfood.
i know it sound rude, it supposed to and yeah p-ssy n-gg- i m-th-f-ckin owe you.
on the radio poppin ’bout this and that. ive been stayin home listin and cleanin my (gag?)
ive been listin but i just couldn’t believe em.
go and get the do in that motherf-ckin kingdom.
slap his -ss again, then attack his friend, then slap that b-tch if she’s motherf-ckin creepin.
and until the end, motherf-ckin [?]
its pastor troy and i am havin fun ho, yeaah!!
i don’t think they wanna f-ck with tha murderman f-ck with the murderman f-ck with the murder man! [3x] i don’t think they wanna f-ck with tha murderman, mannn!
and imma ride on bme, cuz y’all p-ssy mothaf-ckers can’t f-ck with me! why f-ckin bme, y’all n-gg-s ain’t bmf, i handle you b-tches by my d-mn self.
ok, f-ck lil’ scr-ppy, f-ck lil’ jon, f-ck don p, d-mn his son, f-ck big sam, f-ck lil bo, you know who it is, it’s pt ho! f-ck crime mob, oobie too. i heard ya song, that bullsh-t boo. crosseyed b-st-rd, f-ckin with me? you know i’m a g, ya boy pt. ridin hard, ridin strong, suck my d-ck scr-ppy, my d-ck is long! you played me wrong. i’m not the one, outside of the club with my tommygun. you know me n-gg-, i shoot the crowd, its dsgb and i’m sayin it loud, i’m saying it proud, f-ck bme you p-ssy -ss n-gg-s cant f-ck with me, yeah!!