The Way It Goes Jarren Benton (Ft. R. City)

[Verse 1: Jarren Benton]
East Side ‘til I die ho, fuck you to my rivals
Holy Bible, assault, rifle
I’m high as hell like Micheal
Jackson on propofol, Tylenol, howdy y’all?
Hatin’ niggas I'm ridin’ off
In A spaceship on gold D's
I freebased then OD’d then I wake up in the ER
Why am I such a retard?
Your girlfriend such a sweetheart
She gave me head in a cheap car
In the back seat, we are not alike
I’m a monster with a gun sir in a trench coat
Say one word to me wrong, then
It’s click-clack, pow-pow, 6 feet under
Yup, put a little coke in my nose
Okay, I wanna fuck Marilyn Monroe
If I can’t get the pussy I’ll be satistfied if she
Let me put my dick on the side of her toes
M.O.B., no time for hoes
Dick hang like no time for clothes
After I bust, vamonos then I’ll take these hoes at the Domino’s
I crumble those pussy rappers then stuff his ass in an envelope
Shout out to my homeboys who can’t smoke because they’re on parole
Pour beer on the bitches head while gettin’ head
Get so high, forget my name
She called me Jarren, I slapped the ho, bitch this is Fred
I’m gettin’ bread like Pillsbury
The pussy can’t be real hairy
If she looks like Chewbacca with no clothes on, that’s real scary
I put the beat in a body bag, then throw that shit in the crematory
Mr bartender I’ll throw a Molotov cocktail at your green Ferrari
My brains on the back of a milk box
Fuck y’all, kick rocks
The way that I murdered these verses
Fuck it, you might as well say I killed Hip-Hop