Bedbug - WRATH

Eight four five
Was the time right before I died
Look into my eyes, look into my Tortured soul
With your knife
I don't do free-bees
Pay the fucking price
Before you pay with your life
No I Got the real pack
Not the spice, Better tuck your chain
Shit looking nice. Got the right ice, nice
Motherfucker think twice
Before you get robbed by the vagrant
We don't fuck with no agents
We real entertainment
Blow this motherfucking concert up, now its vacant
Tried to fuck with new music
Shit ain't it
Especially when these motherfucker's
Think that they lit
Cause they ain't fucking lit
No they don't really spit
No they ain't fucking it
They just suck, on they mama's fucking tit
Till they get the protein
That they need
No, they cant fuck with me
Until they fucking read the dictionary
Then they proceed
Then the record label
fuck with him, not me
But it wasn't guaranteed
So I took that motherfucker to his Grave
That's the place
Where he lay
Not only for today
Because you motherfucking lame
Little boy
Straight metal
Little boy
Enjoy, this bullet in your brain
Destroy, the temple to your skull
that shit real dull
When you don't pay attention in school
I'm gonna roll this blunt, now I'm stuck
Where's young buck
To get them Xanax I done cut
Motherfucker moving up. Through these ranks
Smoking dank, Fucking laced
Shit got you geaking like, What you want a fucking taste
Eating people's face
Shit was embraced
Till I caught the fucking case

Written by:
Dominic Sullivan

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