Letras
This is Ace Bonds, fuck All Point
A serial killer comin' straight out the joint
Don't be a bitch like the fuckin' cunt Mike
Cut his neck off with my switchblade knife
Ace got my back while I'm slicin' up your face
Mental disgrace from a murder mid-state
J-Lo bitch, nothin' but a crackhead
Face full of maggots and a nose full of blackheads
Smokin' fuckin' ashes straight from a mosh pit
Eat your fuckin' rice and I'll stab you with my chopstick
Yeah, I'm the cop disguised as a fireman
Blood drippin' from the coffin that you're fuckin' layin' in
Pistol in my hand, raised from the holster
Look at fuckin' stale bread flip from the toaster
Jen suckin' dick, what a pretty face
Nut in her mouth and let Mike get a taste
Fuck All Point, I fuck with the Ace
They bail me out of jail and I'm waitin' in they place
I'm ready to gut, ready to cut
Rip 'em out they house and throw 'em in the trunk
Fuck All Point, I fuck with the Ace
They bail me out of jail and I'm waitin' in they place
I'm ready to gut, I'm ready to cut
Rip 'em out they house and throw 'em in the trunk
Head locked up for fuckin' your crew up
Bitch-ass niggas get they fuckin' throat cut
Revolver to your face and you under my gun
Pushin' wigs back then I'm all on the run
You need to check me but you ain't good enough
Facebook fag, I'ma lay you in a body bag
Reppin' Wicketshit, y'all can tell by the black rag
Ace Bail Bonds will hand me out in a flash
Shotgun blast to all you motherfuckers talkin' trash
Scared to test me in the streets 'cause I mash
State of panic in the mitten, me and the King is hittin'
They know they ain't shit, they scared of our visions
Back to the dome 'cause I stay head-splittin'
Throw your fuckin' corpse in the Grand River fishin'
Pistol grip pump on you fake-ass bitches
It's mass murder realer than the death that we livin'
Fuck All Point, I fuck with the Ace