FUCK YOU Germ (Ft. Pouya)

[Verse 1: Germ]
Bitch, I heard you slang rocks
Your Thai hoe like to Bangkok
I bang blocks, no game time
But if your set trip, I might flame mine
Bitch, I'm really with a sense of kicking
Tripping, trilling, man, this city shake your bitch
My witness bitch, you with this bitch
I wreck shit, Danny Glover, lethal weapon
I'm Randy Savage on acid, clappin'
Cannons booming in traffic
Why the fuck you asking all the questions?
Knowing damn well that your ass cannot handle
Bitch I got triggermen, naked bodies like Zimmerman
Who realer than a nigga? That's minus the middle man
Bi-Bitches so simple, man
Fuck Saks Fifth, I'm in that bitch
Knocking over racks and shit
Made it to God, I grabbed the Fendi belt
Just smacked him in his shit
Unstable and militant 'cause these bitches so ignorant
Give no fuck 'bout no feelings, nigga
I'm ready and willing, able to
Massacre while the world is always acting up
Turn bags of dust to cops in the Acura
Body bag them up before they can bang me up
Swear to God, your ass can't fuck with us
Just a squad of punks in search of Buff'
Flip the script, done flipped your bitch
Don't press me, crumb, I plead the fifth