F*** TeeRose's mum (Fuck her), I hope she can't stop cryin' (Bitch)
I laughed when her son was dyin' (Blap)
Flat on the floor on his face, he was lyin'

Y’all never listened to Fukkin’ Wit Dis Click by Three Six?

Pure satanic s***

The end of the world, I can see it comin'
So I pack my nine millimeters and I start huntin'
For these niggas that talk s***
Mane, these hoes will never quit
Until you leave 'em hangin' from a tree or thrown in a ditch
Which one of you niggas think you really got them guts
To walk up to his house, knock on his door
Let 'em feel the buck shots of a twelve gauge
Backed up by an A-K
'Fore you go to bed at night, you b****es better kneel and pray
'Cause when it's business, we takin' care our business
I'm clappin' on any punk witness or any fool wanna get in it
Mane, this s*** is real, not them stories you put in your raps
Not even that bullshit you talk behind a nigga back
Let me make it simple and plain; run up and you'll get your brains
Blown to the side of the curb with that plastic thang-thang
Meanin' Glock nineteen with a twenty clip
You don't wanna f*** with this
You don't wanna f*** with this