f**k all the haters,
I be twistin bitches alot, have em sit on this cock
I wasn't prepared for this, I wrote my shit on the spot
I be droppin like early August, late July
Wit tracks that'll make you cry, hate you die
Stop frontin, you got no dough, might a had, but not no mo'
You mad cuz I knocked yo' hoe
While cops watch me, I got cats that watch po-po
My block loco, don't need a crew I rock solo
Or wit my nigga Gruff
These faggot niggas ain't as rich as us
I need chicks to lust, smoke my weed mixed wit dust
Go ahead and let your crew soup you up
In the ambulance, gon' have to come and scoop you up
f**k wit my last soul, my new shit is goin past gold
And if you don't agree, you's a a-hole
Mark my word, you gon' make me pump the bird
never hesitate to bump my gun
Kangsta World, y'all know where the f**k I'm from
I got two guns on my both hands
i reboot it before i shoot it
dont f**k wif me bitch
this is createblog yeah the home of the dead
f**k what they said
it dosent hurt me nor does it offend me
The game of life, got ups and downs, downs and ups
Kingpin cats lose they crowns in cuffs
Yeah chinks rap too, but still got them pies on the block
Bitches lookin at the size of my rocks, size of my knotts
Keep a stash box, ride wit them glocks

-Kangsta

still sucks? or improvement shown?