DUMPSTER CORPSE

Dumpster corpse, you don't get a grave Hack a nigga up if he get in my way Don't try me, that's a mistake After we fade you won't have a face Hit 'em up like Pac Dumpster corpse let 'em rot Acting hard but you not I kill my way to the top Fuck! Y'all act tough But ain't doing 'nun Talking big guns but you ain't never shoot none The fuck is up with that? All 'ya lyrics cap I'm bringing natural selection back with every muzzle flash Aye, I'm just having fun on this one Still killing these niggas though Get a whole hashtag talm' bout long live 'ya faggot ass Bitch! When I up that fire niggas drop dead Don't test me now, Ima hot head I don't pop pills I just pop lead You simping over bitches you gone give her bread I'm innat BM, 'ya BM gimme head It's over when I see him, leave that boy red Talking Rara, faceplant on cement Hahaha that twelve gauge got a spread Drop that boy behind 'em, buckshot peel ya dreads Run away I'll get you, wet you Mr. Gingerbread Nine shots in 'ya body like 50 Cent Have that p***yboy singing along to Many Men I'm the janitor taking out the fucking trash Mopstick, big drum, and a couple mags Dumpster corpse you ain't even worth a fucking pack Leave you for the maggots make a home up in 'ya flesh I don't fear you faggots, only buck on the internet Light 'em up, watch 'em fall to ashes, p***y cigarette He tried to buck, got slumped, now I'm hacking at his neck