Cj lines - Knite rider

Bing bong bing bong
Cj lines
Yeah yeah
Your a backyard brawler i'm a prize fighter
I mark shit out like a highlighter
Silencer on the mack it sounds like a typewriter
Full clip will light up your whip like knight rider
Or maybe i'll grab the AK with the shoulder strap
You'll be the first body on it like a yoga mat
My shit bangs like a locker in gym class
And if I blast the four fifth you gonna need shit bag and a skin graph
In the hood I'm posted up with the strap
Bandanna on like a war in iraq
I keep the fourty all black push you fourty yards back
Then uppercut you through the roof like mortal combat
Your light weight i'm steak dinner your rice cakes
Lines are sharp and their cold like the blade on a ice skate
I'll be damned if I ever let a dude choose my fate
Like motorcross imma handle these bars till the bike breaks
Money's longer than train smoke I see more green than a hippie
I watch my money like I got four eyes Mississippi
You gotta semi automatic i'm comin with the fully
Duct tape, trash bags a shovel and a pulley
Got the grave already dug so everything is all goody

Written by:
Cayden Deming

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