Tron Cat Freestyle lyrics

by

Zilla


[Intro]

[Verse 1 : Zilla]
If sh*t gets shady, you'll end up in a slaughterhouse
Yell a wolf's coming while my di*k is in ya daughter's mouth
Swam the wrong path f*cked up and took the darker route
Now is the time where those cups and them sharks come out
To drink the blood when I'm finish f*cking squeezing ya
And puke it all back in ya face bulimia
But leave me the
Heart so I can stick my di*k so deep in the
Damn sh*t
It'll bleed a c*m sandwich
I just threw up in my moth a little bit
f*ck b*tches no sleep I'm passing out a little bit
When I see Rihanna yes I get aroused a little bit
And watch dvd's giving Osama's house a sit
Who's mouse is this
I'm allergic to rats and snitches
Cup team here like we servin' a master p*ss test
Spittin' till' my lips dry I need massive blistex
Now my n*gga Vaughn bout to step up and kill this sh*t next

[Verse 2 : Vaughn]
I'mma kill it like a terrorist Hindu
You be talkin' bullsh*t, what you been through
Nothin', stop frontin'
I'm in the club mean muggin'
My whole click stuntin' you nothin'
Lemme bring back eat you like a mcdouble with mac sauce
In Hillsborough I'm the f*cking boss
My bars are cold like the n*ggas in the Holocaust
Everything I holla n*gga comes with a cost
I'm real ignorant but simple
And n*ggas talkin' bullsh*t poppin' b*tches like pimples
You can't get wit' it AHHHHHHHHHHH
*inhales....*coughs
You know I had to take a puff break
n*ggas talking bullsh*t and your bones I'll break
And I'll take
Boil em' up like a slave
Make some soup
n*ggas nasty in the booth
I'll scoop n*ggas
And you don't want it with the figures that I'm throwin' out
Blowin' money fast b*tch n*gga please close ya mouth
Cuz you don't'want it with the n*gga that will burn ya spouse
Ha
That's what I'm about
Murder, sex and drugs, rape
n*ggas talkin' bull sh*t I carry grapes
Heavy like a f*ckin' crate

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