[King Iso] [Intro] There's a lot of people that do local music or something like that you know? haha... They say I worship the devil… you know what I'm saying? They funny thing about ...these particular n*ggas is like... I've actually had homocidal fantasies about killing them... And I'm like “You Stupid Local N*gga You”
[Verse 1] By the time you bitches are Get life designed shit is gone You might just die up in your calm My 9 is like a wrecking ball I'm Miley Cyrus chicken ball I'm high of ice and chicken broth I might just snipe your kids and all Give my psychiatrist call I dont like to listen yall I'm a psycho, weapon haul Might just pipe your bitch and all Like your vitals bitch im gone Buy your rifle with the bomb Knife to slice your wrist and palm Driving by your crib at dawn Lights so bright though, hit your lawn When I go I do, if i dont like you, I will try to kill your mom Driving by your fathers grave side and tried to dig ‘em dawg Piss me off I go viral by no time to kill 'em all Spit your bars By the time they listen homie he'll be gone N*ggas dont really wanna get involved Fight me like you did your broad Coward ass n*ggas blood Christ don't like you just dissolve Balling like im Bynum, I am, I could buy the freaking mall Stupid local n*gga you That just got you n*ggas soft
[Chorus] Ending you, killing you Fuck your hood and any crew N*ggas do, anything for attention all you n*ggas too Firing Squad be whipping dude C-ray, Twisted, Bishop, too Iso in this bitch we brackin Stupid local n*gga you (repeat x1)
[Verse 2] I should've been gone a long time ago because of powder trails Hit your side with a 45 lurking and see where all them cowards drill Yall thought I forgot about 2010? Why the fuck they let me out of jail? Could've killed you now I got Album sales They looking at me like “How the hell?” I'm so low blood, you are not my friend Run up on a n*gga with a Glock cocked in Took his top off just for cock blocking Blow a snot rocket on your hot pocket Am i Killa Rel? No, I shot him Iso murk though, I'm not him Reali-t please, God stop it I'm Venom now, where's Doc Oc been? Peter Parker? I shot Ben Spider man get my Goblin Mary jane too i got my Cock in You never put a n*gga in a 5 by 10 Face me to Jay-Z to Baja men Wasted big meat I'll chop chop then They'll never get a piece of my Poppin I spit raw but im not Hopsin I be Killing mothafuckas in a minute when i hit em with the venom niggas tell me that im not toxic I dont give a fuck about you niggas hatin on me In my city niggas feel me when I drop my shit I'm Hot bitch, not my dick Got rockets, block watch this Catch you in the mall and lay you down like Hot Topic like Rob Parkins
[Chorus] Ending you, killing you Fuck your hood and any crew N*ggas do, anything for attention all you n*ggas too Firing Squad be whipping dude C-ray, Twisted, Bishop, too Iso in this bitch we brackin Stupid local n*gga you (repeat x1)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
