You talk mad shit, stay coming out'cha face
Get in my way again I'ma put you in ya place
You got priorities ma, them 5 men and 8 kids
I'll drain ya blood regardless, no worries of doin a bid
Where you settin foot there's land mines ready to blow
With or without explosions, 6 feet under's where you'll go
Spend eternity regretting yourself & even your child
Bitch you so dirty you smelled upon miles
Compare me to a wolf, I'm protective of my mate
The only space in my life is reserved for murder and hate
When my hunting senses kick in I smell you like raw meat
I'm a predator in your world, by a rodent cant be beat
Maybe I'll spare you... ha for breakfast, lunch and dinner!
I'ma back down & let it ride? You didnt believe that did ya?
See if females acted proper instead of horny dogs
There'd be no need to write out your demise & post it in my blog
Yet another chic added to the album TBE, poor souls
Please respect me and him have no need for hoes
He's my present and my future, my husband and babys father
Last thing you should be doing is fucking with the wife of a Latin Mobsta!
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