Yo im ridin, my name is buckshot,
me and yo girl exchangin fuck snot,
im gangsta as it gets up in here,
IE, bring crews, I deck aides like 10 years,
it aint no joke when im ridin the strips,
slappin dudes while they hidin they bitch,
takin hoes make em slime on the dick,
and moke about 5lbs of that highclass brick,
nigguah, whachoo know about this KKKali steez I brang?,
ran up on yo moms and made her pleased i came,
slapped yo daddy screamin WEESTTSSIDDEE,
maybe dat niggauh will fight me in his NNEXXTT LIIFFEE,
but fo now its all bout broads and caws,
we sit upon the stoupe and slang rocks of raw.
oh my rock got it but check message board dealers Still with prostetic legs runnin' on quick sand my foe foe make sho' all these netseas cry at deskshop drippin' rivers from eyes we stand on streets and sell livers to chinese organ theifs mawfuckas just fear us it's how we do it out here reality life comin' better wipe that x off yo forhead i'm gunnin blocks in a 59 john deer made from bones mufuckas
damn yall some hating on soem real fuckkin shit Cornelius stand up foryaself don't let these corny Back shaving monkey fucks diss your skillzz, mawfuhkas type to tap dance out studios in panty hose waiting to see what up next on the flow nickle keep plus i' got this shit Nice flow You runnin' shit up peep it
on some wack shit.
Go Cornelius! Its your birthday! Youre delirious! In the worst way!