I am filthy rotten
One of God's forgotten
In the corner pissed off
Just constant plotting
There ain't no stopping
I'm coming for green
They done paid Bret Hart son
I'm gunning your team
I'm running these fiends
Keep the hood poppin Like it's 88
Lines are dope
Best believe I'm gonna run them straight
So you can snort them
Right up ya Damn wind pipe
And recognize
That the boy Peace been nice
The right price will get ya high son
Best believe
You want that raw
Guaranteed I got what ya need
So get at me
When ya ready for a fucking hit
I got some shit
Make you switch who ya fucking with
I got that China white
Pure and uncut
Call it Jesus mama
Ain't never been touched
Style so dope
That I'll sell it by the fuckin gram
Pay attention
And understand what I am
I'm that fire
That's burning up ya fuckin block
To hot to handle baby
Just call me crack rock
Crack Rock
Wonderfully Done and it's so true, Why, I've been there too.
You hit the nail on the head... *MilMan*