Adrian

Don’t say my fucking name cuz trust me, you ain’t wit it
Pull up on you in the dark on some Chronicles of Riddick shit
Ridiculous, it’s crazy how I spit my shit I wish you really would
Cuz I’ve been itching for an ass to kick, flipping bricks
Nah I flip these syllables and verbs and it’s remarkable
How they flow and really fuckin work every single time I spit
It’s crazy I go berzerk that little fat boy really put in that fucking work
And now I’m slim thin looking pretty got a bad bitch
And damn she got the perfect titties her personality better
We like to smoke and we get really litty when I fuck her
I sing don’t stop, Kitty kitty, Charlie Sheen I can’t stop with the winning winning
My old haters to the bag they not getting getting, stop with the pretending
The only way that this is ending is me over you, Worldstar video pending
I was raised in that home grown if you want to get in touch
You better call the home phone if we got that fuckin beef then
I’ll meet you on the front lawn fight you then I go home
You little bitch
Watch your fuckin’ mouth, boy
Better watch out, boy
You don’t wanna be the one who’s fuckin’ with the south boy
I’m fuckin tired of these migraines
Teeth gritting, when I’m sleeping, think on my rage
Depression got me in a corner, I grabbed its horns and then I ordered
It to get away from me before I display all my aim
Fuck your whining, gimme all, the cash
Get the facts, and kiss my ass
Me and Brad been runnin’ circles we ain’t coming last
Fuck your circle, square up, now we lea-king gas
Shut your fuckin mouth man, tell me why you lippy tho
Keep on talking big, I swear you really trippin' tho
You ain’t my homie, I ain’t got your fuckin six
Fighting solo for a while, watch me slam you with the bricks like
So whatchu gonna do next
Why you try and act like you can flex on me
You don’t know half of what I do
Lemme show you
Watch your fuckin’ mouth, boy
Better watch out, boy
You don’t wanna be the one who’s fuckin’ with the south boy