December 11, 2009
Posted by nation
Sean Price Verse #11
I be the fear factor, the rapper
Come back here, smack your ear
Take your Jack Herer, smoke in a clear wrapper
You punks sweet, you food. Lunch meat, I’m rude
Dump heat, leave you slumped, sleep, nigga you’re through
Fuck you and the crackers that own you
I own two… guns that’ll pop off your crown and dethrone you
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