Face - clipping., Youth Code

Tree hugging the wall-ass bitches fuck with a baller

Hard as a wrecking ball, crush your walls and fuck up your karma

Honor roll on your daughter, leave a puddle of water

That’s hot as your son’s man, tell him not to step on the daughter’s

Melodica minus the mellows, dick with a A suck it

No K but this shit’s busting, no spray on a bitch cousin

Don’t play when an itch coming, just pray for the kiss of cunnilingus

And the gun barrel he ain’t gonna be missed there, just tell him to

Fuck shit up bitch break your

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You remember that shit?

Aye, aye

Is he paying attention?

In a minute the walls will be bleeding, no trigger

The wash of the rest of the semen

They missed

But step off before you get red on your dress

Head from the best

Let it digress

Degrade, debase, the shade, the race

The ride, the crime that’s paid for face

And time is funny, ain’t it with a gun

Can paint it the color, but reverends have run

This town, this fucking club

Foot on the neckbone, in the gut

Tired of the 'trone, the heem, the belly, the lean

The Louie, the crown, the sound the scene

The cut, trying to cut

Lay in the cut, blood from the cut

Look at me they cuttin' the neck and exposing the guts

So get in there shit, let them bitch if you ready to

Fuck shit up bitch break your

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Fuck shit up bitch break your

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I don’t even know what the fuck he was talking about…

Hey you… hey you see that shit when he did that?

Fire all over the ceiling, in the fucking building

The plaster is peeling

They willing to let a give, live a shit

Feelings could have a way out

Break shit

Killers ain’t dripping off burning

They burn for the burners to have a reason

To come out to the corner

To find a lesson or to learn em' a thing

Or three hundred and twenty one son of a gun

Of a runner of Uzi that’s weighing a ton

Or toner a tuner or lunatic

Moving these units like glue, how they do it

And sticking that, clicking that

Click and they clack

'Cause that’s sound of a MAC in the trunk full of hooligans

Into the back of the Acura, accurate

Adequate at it again they’ll come back for this winning

They left you uncertain, you ready to…

Fuck shit up bitch break your

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Fuck shit up bitch break your

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