Always Stay Lifted or get lifted with a uppercut
Stab me 1,000 million times in the back, but your knife dull it could nevah cut
Stupid Runt, I'm made of guts
And stay shitting on these punks, with ill shit and some porn magz and I just read it up
Fed enough, Rico Dah Alpha and Omega coming to drink your tears in a double cup
My brain is dead but my mind and third eye is great, that I be causing quakes
Dont give a fuck if you made, talk bullshit and get treated the same
You born lame, discovered you tried to talk in my lane, got quartered and tossed in a lake, shhh what a shame
Homies stabbing your back for pennies, shit what a shame
My mind a nuclear reaction that cannot be contained
Watch what you say, if anything I'm tappin yo line and hearing yo pain
Or know that you sing, lil canary, talk to much and your next rest is the cemetery
Bitch I know that I'm scary, make you shit yo self or have you poppin your cherry
Mister Spaghetti, when it comes to Italian sausage, meatballs, girl you know you been starving and ready
Leave it to Beaver to handle the matchete, dont run hoe or i'll get a couple rounds off my pistol, my tight grip keep the barrel from swaying
Spraying, slaying, better pray to God for a miracle, because your brain gonna look like confetti all over the living room setting
Closed caskets leaving your family upsetting, setting a bomb in yo grave just to see your ash and coffin flying and spreading
Grand finale is your girl giving me head at your wedding
Tape it and send it to any horny nigga that's paying me, bitch.

RicoDaAandO