Testo Gospel Of The Worm

Boxcutter Pazzy, the razor blade and the ox with him
Punch this muhfucker in his chest, take his oxygen
Die muchfucker die, infrared dots on him
Vinnie put the [?] on the street like he nails [?]
You could either slide or you could take that L
How this muhfucker torn like an ACL?
It's a lot of hype around you, but you ain't gon' sell
You know the son is going to talk because he hate that cell Why I always had to [?] grease of these kids
Never contributed, nothing, always be in the fridge
I think it's hard for you to either find a reason to live
Run up on his pussy like I gotta key to his crib
Fuck this ras clot, I'mma leave him dead in the dirt
And then pop go his ma like she Gerald Levert
And the gat the same color of the [?] that [?]
I got rhyme in my mind that'll level the earth