wop.

dip in a whip, my four digits finger your bitch/ with sore eyes, more fried than chicken that's crisp/ my ninjas have you taking shits when the shuriken hit/ then burn the body back to ash used to sprinkle my spliffs/ wack niggas tinkle in potties, I piss in a pit/ goteem, pump shotty left a wrinkle in him/ they never solved the mystery, even with Scooby and friends/ raided his tomb, they left the room with rubies and gems/ took the profit back to the projects, and traded them in/ for a mask and some gloves, just to do it again/ rooted in sin, a bag will turn a dude to a killa/ thriller, Mike Jackson raising bodies for skrilla/ bigger names do bigger things, it's a army of giants/ and all these niggas ain't my sons, like they mommy was lying/ I pulled a body out the water just to dunk him again/ it's blitz husky, but my partners know my government name//