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Peanut Butter Wolf

3

featuring Rasco

Verse 1:

Yo check

I capital punish brothers that fronted

Can only write rhymes any time they get blunted

We be at the spot chillin

While you're stealin

Niggas is still walkin Rasco is four wheelin

Only built for speed yes indeed

27 years old with no seed

I'm a raw breed

But still got mouths to feed

So don't be givin me shit I don't need

I make the head hurt

>From the supadupa legwork

Now these brothas be wantin the red shirt

I bring it to the chest when I suppass the rest

Now a different story when I come blast the vest

Teflon spittin and written, I stab kitten

Comin out your face

Sideways, it's forbidden

Better get the guiden

I swopped like Batmidden

Soon as niggas open they mouth I start shittin

Right down they neck, they threw the whole nine

Seen you fools scopin my plans the whole time

Said I couldn't rhyme, that's funny

Women didn't want it but now they yell honey

Bring 'em to the house

Watch 'em come out the blouse

Unzip the pants then watch the snake dance

Assume the stance, cash in advance

I got the full package but watch the right hand

Verse 2:

It's the five-minute drill

But still we stack bills

Take you to the shop to fix them broke wheels

Tell you how it feels to starve with no meals

Bring it to the front to pump with no frills

All extra shit can get the backsplit

Ras be the brother that women relax with

I do a backflip, then pirouette inject

Plus be the nigga that never lost a bet

Television sets ain't big enough to see

And now my career ain't big enough for three