Pussy, pussy boy, back up off me 'fore you bleed Pussy, pussy boy, back up off me 'fore you bleed Back up off me 'fore you bleed I got guerillas that surround me, bitch, I'm Caesar They know what I'm 'bout, that boy out the south, forever I'm grieving Pussy, pussy boy back up off me before you bleed We them crooks, bitch, I'm taking what I'm needing Rule number one, I'm never shitting where I'm sleeping Think you the one, but I'm the one that they call Jesus Made masterpieces, left the country, stamped some visas This now my kingdom, put my flag up then I'm leaving, rest in pieces Fuck boy pull up, fuck boy pull up Fuck boy pull up, fuck boy pull up Fuck boy, pull up with a pistol gripped, ay hold up Lil' bitch, what the fuck you think this is? This ain't a game, we ain't playing, this is it Those fangs in your throat's range, boy, get a grip Shadow expanding without a cloud in the sky Black spot where the sun once was It's that full moon Bullet proof goon looming in a tomb chewing up someone's buzz Never releasing the dove, keep 'em locked up and let 'em rot Let the whole flock gather in a spot There's a hole marked "Rather end a plot" flooded with bugs The blood that floods us, pools at the root of the crop