Kickin The Door

[Hook 4x: sample]
"Kick in the door
Wave in the four-four
All you heard was
Poppa don't hit me no more"

[Verse 1]
Yeah!
I blast your punchlines, pistol whip you with bruises
Contusing you douches, abusive with ruthless execution
Ya time of polluting and spewing shit is over
Drove ya to suicidal thoughts, I spit colder
I'll straight roast ya, keep blowing my four-four
Bust ya brains out, now it's covered in more gore
I heard you signed a contract for a soft-core
Record label, think you major but you down on all four
Not here to buy ya mixtape, I'm here to sell my album
If not this magnum gone get a trojan on the handgun
You know the rest, cuz I'm ready to blast
Imma pick my dick up and stick it in yo woman's ass
Laughin' like a madman, even when I'm done
Let the goons put her in the trunk, I'll stomp on ya mixtape
Before i make my escape, I'll set you on flames
Leave one alive, ya gay friend but I slapped him in his face, Whattup!?

[Hook 4x: sample]
"Kick in the door
Wave in the four-four
All you heard was
Poppa don't hit me no more"

[Verse 2]
Ayo
I spark in with weapons, It's about to be an Armageddon
Reckon everything, you better guard ya possessions
Fuck ya audible confessions, traumatize this peasant
Tell 'em rewind, I'll demolish ya sessions
Tie the bastard up and spit a ruthless flow
Came to hijack the beat and occupy your studio
Fuck them fruity flows, left you clueless and slow
Already too late, sold him as one of Lucifer's souls
You'll wake up in hellfire, expired
Rappers tryna cling on to they best rhymes, they dead tired
I'm fucking they widows, while they picking dead flowers
They better off - joining the aborted boy choir
Forget pitchforks, get tortured by razor claws
Pick on you in death, while alive and before you are born
Get thrown to the pit of hideous faces
Stripped off ya clothes, beaten up on a continuous basis

[Hook 4x: sample]
"Kick in the door
Wave in the four-four
All you heard was
Poppa don't hit me no more"