Letras
Drugged up playing with some nunchucks
All these bitches wanna fuck
But they are out of luck
Because I am loved up
Almost gave up
Now I'm flamed up
All these bitches trying to get me tamed up
Ego raised up as I ate this pain up fuck
As I ate this pain up fuck
I got drugs in my jeans
I got bitches on there knees
Begging to be pleased
I don't give a Fuck about your needs
Mental problems in my genes
Call me mean
I don't like dirt
Like feeling clean
What the fuck do you mean
Aggression the only way to reach progression
It's not even a question
So here's my confession
I don't need to carry a weapon
My mouth is more deadly than a forty seven
My words are my bullets
My flow is my reload
Your facial expression looks shocked by harmonic progression
When I look at myself it's the devil's reflection I see
Looking at me