Slap Boxing (Explicit)

Artist：sean price

Songs Title：slap boxing

My son got a gun I say shoot that's where the gat'll spray

Make these faggot niggaz go that a way run

Your fab five is jumping big knives guns bats and sticks

F**k all that rapping sh*t

Give a f**k about your bar with the verse put pa in a hearse

Best bet is throw your car in reverse

You can act up if you want clapped up in ya front

Pull ya chest and ya back skit left hooded laugh

Y'all niggaz do the row when I rhyme

Matter fact use a gun when I rhyme yo

I throw shots from the back of the rover

Chickenwing Bob Backlund that tag on your sofa

Niggaz actin' like they don't know Sean til I

Run up on 'em smack 'em up with the fo'fo nam

Focus the fire throw shots hopin' you die smokin'

Alot after the toast is retired motherf**ker

Yo f**king with Juxx you already know what crime it is

Hard body beat breaking that's what kinda rhyme it is

Kingston Ave you already know who grind it is

Black beretta special opt that's what kinda nine it is

Body the wax first I grab 'em by the neck

Then I throw the sawed shotty to back

Cold blooded black hearted swing the mac retarded

My w**d clientele excel my crack market

Shawshank swangeler monster track mangler

Wild cowboy two hosters on my wrangler's

Barbarian I'm a savage street viking

Bullet street striking faster than grease lightning

Spit volcano rain hail fire

Cuz misery sell millions and pain sell hater

Fiend for the foam my throne is indestructable

Niggaz like 'word son them niggaz cant f**k with you'

Aiyo I kick the ground when I walk

I mean that sh*t get towned when I walk

The pound and they get be down for ya thoughts

They be on the ground with the thoughts have ya thoughts

All over the ground in the park make a sound when I talk

Shhhh it is the greatest underrated MC

Niggaz hate but don't say it to me they get caste in the three

The move that you making is peace ready to Jason is to be like

Damn keep these niggaz away from the grease please

Bad news gun click you die yo

You want good news switch to Geico

A ni**a fight me gettin his eye closed

And his shine stole not you pa your sh*t rhinestones

Think I don't know huh Your jewelry corny

It's cornier than cream corn and your team corny

Ya whole fleet boring born with a heat seaking pistol

Locked on ni**a jaw piece

For talking that 'I can give and talk and see'

Boy something like a phenomenon

That's why some sh*t's like a feel arm my strong

It's like the Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous

B**ch they get used to rhyme and stunt they wanna give it the anus

And bring it down now wow how bout

F**k it let 'em chow down on dick with sauerkraut

Whyle out have it come to the heaters down South

Roundhouse any b**ch you get caught in the Brown Brown

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