Snickers From Uptown - I'll live forever. / Diaz Day'z. / Diss SURENOS.

I thought I'd probably die in prison, expensive taste in women Ain't had no pot to piss in, now my kitchen full of dishes Nose bloody from that sniffin', your heroin addiction Trigger finger itching fuck parental supervision This be that murder business, little Timmy got that semi I ain't kidding hide yo kittens, hit yo children with that Smith and A bunch of ignant little niglets, hard headed, never listen Purple sippin', finger twistin', teeth glisten like it's Memphis A bunch of hypocritic Christians, the land of no religion My Santa Claus was missing, catch you slippin' then it's Christmas Motherfuck a wishlist, my ghetto was ambition For my benjis and my Bentley, and them bitches now I gets gets On the road to riches, a diamond rings, designer jeans Toking on that biscuit till I'm no longer existing I wonder if they miss me, as long as I make history Now my soul is feeling empty, tell the reaper come and get me

Well, now it's Diaz Day'z, It's Xmas all day for me, imma call tha border patrol for your beaner ass, please, smokin all day long on a barbecue, i bet you too poor to buy a lighter, mexkinz trynna act like nigga, we finally back in 89' ridiculous as fuck, my nation full of Miguel, our Mary-Jane is blessed, just keep in touch if you lookin' to fly, my mic follow me on this shit, i'm rolling in my Yamasaki, Wheelies Wheelies! Yellin' like some crazy hoes it's all you can do, Diaz Day'z, mercyless I AM, who said you can' live forever lied, of course i'll live forever, Riding through your city like that motherfucka mine, Or toking on that semi, rob a motherfucka blind, Lil deaf suck my dick. Mr-Bliss open your mouth i need to take piss, i ain't dissing nobody, ortherwise you would shout: HOLY! I'M so fucking thirsty, my rap is feelin' hungry, open your throat i want to read the sorrority, fresh from the city, imma lick your titty.

Check I control your mind with one rhyme I speak
And get you open like a prostitutes buttcheeks
Rapper get kicked in they mouth with cleets
cause they're speech refuses to reach beyond the beach
Have a seat quick I speak or spit flicks on your ???
Time to complete shit no weak shit I mean freak shit properly
I can feel myself becoming a lyric monopoly
Others will copy me but repeat my shit sloppily
Shocking me with inclinations of rocking me
Insanity it got to be
My true idenity is never meant to see
I simply use the gifts sent to me mentally
Fuck Sur-Putos, i'm smokin all of ya
I ain't no whore, y'all fake ass
South-side is full of camel shit
Your homies shoot like some blind
Now I done grew up
Round some people living their life in bottles
Granddaddy had the golden flask
Back stroke every day in Uptown
Some people like the way it feels
Some people wanna kill their sorrows
Some people wanna fit in with the popular
That was my problem I was in the dark room
Loud tunes, looking to make a vow soon
That I'mma get fucked up, fillin' up my cup I see the crowd mood
Changing by the minute and the record on repeat
Took a sip, then another sip, then somebody said to me:
''Hey, SUR-PUTOS HANGIN' AROUND THE BLOCK''
Then my homies heard: ''KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK''
But the way that they knocked it did not sound like any cop
And if it were a customer they'd ask me for a nick
So suddenly I realized it had to be a trick
I dropped down to the floor and they did not waste no time
They shot right through the door so I had to go for mine
They pumped and shot again but the suckas kept on missin
Cos I was on the floor by now, I crawled into the kitchen

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