Bitch nigga, gun trigger, dick's bigger, why fuck?. Killer, blood spiller, bitch, steal a Mac truck. Bad luck fuckin' with this black buck. Bigger Thomas I promise, leave a corpse in the furnace.
Nah, I wasn't raised at gunpoint. And I've read too many books. To distract me from the mirror. When unhappy with my looks. And I ain't got proper diction.
I'm falling up flights of stairs,. Scraping myself from the sidewalk,. Jumping from rivers to bridges,. Drowning in pure air.. . Hip hop is lying on the side of the road,.