im the artist native son but under a different name just to do some diss tracks for fun with sum peeps. Native son is still available at www.soundclick.com/nativeson
I can see these niggas got wishes to bleed to death
I bury ya that you can really be down to earth
I hit u harder wit my clips than dicks hit clits
Treat ur ass like a tree have u chopped to bits
My niggas got my back with the chopper and the street sweeper
Stab u wit the razor like my dick it go deeper
Blood on ur chin and ur guts on legs
Niggas will confuse ur ass for scrambled eggs
Deep-fried by the heat that I tote
It will melt skin off ur bones like we barbecuing a muhfuckin goat
Im certified like jim jones and them dipset niggas
Come closer bitch my heat wreck niggas
Im not selfish I got clips to share
Dishing out death to niggas like Tupperware
Metal lungies nigga I don’t play wit nothing less
A Cannibal like lecter im making stew with ur flesh
I treat my gun like my bitch they way I be cocking it
When the clips flyin at u aint no blocking it
Free plastic surgery I rearrange ur features
Cock and squeeze blow ur motherfucker ass like speakers
Im giving out loans nigga u can borrow sum clips
One to back two the chest and ten to your ribs
Death is certain like im Royce da five nine
You a bitch nigga I can read you like sign
You want beef I serve it to ya with a pair of glocks
Put u in dat all black hearse move through the blocks
Preacher on the podium praying for your soul
Why ur mother wondering why your chest got a hole
Im the type of nigga that kill with style
My shit a tommy gun hilfiger couldn’t make it mild
t test me nigga im cookin death like emeril
My guns is sick so situation just turned terminal
Motherfucker
