dont get at me, ya girl started this/
she wanted the D, so i gave her jizz/
splittin wigs/
causin fitz.../
my flow dirty, u could say im filthy rich/
aint life a bitch, aint life a bitch(WHY!)
cuz u dead broke, and i fathered ur kidz
So famous(FAMOUS!) it dont make sense/
I make millions compared to me ,
he makes cents/
tryna battle me,
RE-PENT/
before the heat's sent/
because no ones breathin, no ones breathin
after we send niggas creepin.

i am off da chain
dont play no games
will rearange yo brains
please dont try me like i am a lame
find yo ass gunned down like the call of duty game
its a shame how i jus split yo fukin brains
im jus sayin yo fuk ass shouldnt of fuked wit a sargent-
im from wesav if u dont kno that is west savannah
rite now i am in atlanta thats whats happnin
ass central where the big bootys be clappin
lights camera action
slide that pussy this way so it can get the rappin
round my dik
yes i am talkin bout u bitch
im bout to split that pussy in half 3 times wider than it is
i am bout to handle bis
beat it lik i wanna hav some kids
its gone hurt like massive shit
an after i finish
ima c how good she suk dik
c if she can deap throat like my dik a tube an we playin hospital
its gone b all she wrote for that dome
in her mouth i came
like lil wayne wen he said hes a marsian
shes a marsian
i got marsian brain
u kno i am talkin major dome man
an i nut all over her mutha fuckin face
spraied that freak out bitch as if i was sprayin mace
but back 2 u try me an u gone b screwed
get ya crew
i dont giv a fuk ill do them 2
before i get 2 them im kikin yo ass first
it dont matter cuz all of u gone b scared up like freddy cougar

yall aint ready for this spit

the nigga below me stupid nigga went ham on the mcy d's freestyle

am a hustlin' dog!
just eat a about 5 cheese burgers,
sippin' cokes thru 1 straw.
Times a hard!
so i got to
hustlin' for the quarter pounder- with extra cheese
nigga please!
Comin' down the block hard
I'm the super-size star
I come equipped with the ketchup dispenser in my car
What you know about dat!?
I'm livin' fat,livin' fat
Oh , I'm havin' another big-mac attack
Just look at all this paper I'm stackin'
I'm hustlin' dog,hustlin' dog! It's all about the M-Napkin
And ketchup packets dat I'm packi

im the K to the M to the A-R-T
KMART muthafucka dats who i be
reppin 860 since the age of 3
and im a crazy muthafucka so dont fuck wit me
uh-huh...you dont wanna battle me
im lyrically equipped for war, i spit agony
you dont know my name and you dont know my game
the words i spit are violent and filled wit pain
they get up in ya brain, they fuck you up mentally
and bitch watch out, cuz im deadly
yup yup word to mother, im dangerous
crazier than a bag of fuckin angel dust
im like a clockwork ninja, real dependable like
i move at night, thats the only time dat i strike
and you dont see me, im silent, and swift as shit
quick as shit, i finish you off with a snap click

everyday im hustlin
sellin shyt 2 a customer
hoe try 2 run up
she gne suffer
STOP! fuckin wit hustle

ima spit it twisted comin thru the roof like it jumpin purpendicular
this shit so hot it aint listed, pupin slugs in ya hoe, call it the dickular
no it aint singular, plural like my pistols bra, whistle like a silencer
wistle violence thru a barrel like twistin science with da aireals
silent variables tear em beakers, piolet of the carriers, blastin speakers

coke, bakin soda, a pot and a pan
i cook that shit up raw wit my right hand
and if u aint lookin ill bag u up some sand
and if ya comin back askin`? ill give ya that right man

roll it up like a pipe man stick in ya mouth like a sprite can
ya really wana fight man? i put it in ya mouth like a dike man
u like ya mans? haha ya fans comin out like "it aint tight man"
lyricly u jus got raped like ya ass like it just happened and now its past
it was hysteria i rode up and burried ya, elton john on ya ass, like he really gota carry ya
still starin huh? well im glarin bra, tearin up the beat like, like the new age heroin
Sage takein heat, eyes gettin narrower, step in the back door wit da 4-5 blarin bro
so dis nigga didnt even kno, he missed wit it, lights out, dismissed wid it
gota 100 on my side and 250 liftin wide, swifty like shiftin keys in the ride
piffy like stickin in ya mind in time, like the beat on paper.. haha i wrote in coke lines
no broke lines, they like dem loc lines, tokin on the stoked out vines of kinds
crimes of folk times are them joke lines, a real nigga broke, unless he wrote rhymes

Now its smoke time roll em blind cuz we toke on the rhyme
Bind it like a barrier flyin so high in dis bitch, call me da carrier
inferior to me like, ill straight up burry ya
slapin a bitches head and she like ill marry ya

Walkin in the rain, the cane faded, then my brain hated,
Stalkin insane took a rail so big it was a fuckin lane
cuz when i be drivin, i be sniffin dat pain
cut it if i want, i really aint tame, 100 bitches front and i aint payin
layin deeze niggas out of range short changed blamin me mayne
,
what if life is fictious would you really trick snitches
gota lick fishes n ride hitches in the kitchen
Switchin the hittin cuz ur bitch ass niggas be triipin
and i be sippin on dat lean, skimp, like ur sack on the beams
haha botch of em cuz ill smash a niggas dreams
sippin on that tonik wit dat cronick, ima 1 man team
Burinin down the house cuz im smokin like a feene
munchies in da back u kno dat krispy creme
poliece in dat back lookin at me lean
hit em wit da nap sack cuz u kno that shit b clean

fuck tis shiet yo
im on tat paper chase
i get tat paper made

got yu blowin muh trees
hot boxin
nigga its nots jus yur new cut tats a fade

yo eyes rollin to tha bak of yo head
nigga look ahead

we makin da paper tat playas circle
shuld be gettin paid

their duffle bag wouldnt zip wit out lil wayne
niggas i stay orgianal

no back up needed
ill murk all of yu

wit one line all niggas all down

hahahhas jk
but yah tis be da home gurl teeh!
bored as fuk on imeem
dont hate i was jux fukkn around!

www.myspace.com/liltwerp007 hit it up yo!

im hustling, gat tussing, fuck u, ya door im bustin in/ ther go my mama talkin bout im on that robbin shit again/ this nigga got no freinds?/ he sold cds just to buy a benz?/ yeap, shit look retarded wit off-set rimz so u kno its him/ nigga im known to win/ u never would go the places i been, got connects like arabians/ think u a brave man/ only grams these niggas flip is bacon on pans/ clip in the belt and the tool in my hand, i make u move likea fan, do a handstand, u ooze likea damnn/ shift u off ya feet, and u lose where u sTanD/ im in the groove witta plan, there go ya gurl thinkin bout me being her man/ like bangbus, she get crammed in the van/ i do it all, she say u only do what u can/ lookin at her crazy, cuz i gota stain on my mercedaz, dump her ass on the street then i get ghost like swayze

get at me gtfo outa here wit dat weak ass flow
I All ready sold ya blow even that shit ima bout to scrape out ya nose
And ya homie im gassed up and u just got passed up cuz im ridin wit ya ho
My mast is up and ima cast ya out to sea
make you believe im lastin in the game like im packin up the keys, tracks grams and trees
stackin up cash cuz im scammin bitches please, you already knowu done, i didnt even check my leads

U was my slaphead and i was clappin before i slang jane
rain the same game that flows like cocaine stains on my brain
Snows in my vains cant help it, just float like a tame plane
Skys the limit so i divide it then spin it never hide but im sinnin
I climbin but im winnin Im make a quick million but still the street nigga that will steal ya linneons
and no i aint kiddin sweep ya off the street feet hangin like sleet rainin holdin the street sweeper leave ya homies weepin while im creepin on ya block wit the game on lock bustin shots on da dot like you an indian wearin a dotted cloth round ya head leavin it red
read what i said boy cuz u just might end up dead