​the only cure for pedophilia is a face full of bullets ​wubz

[Intro]
What's up, nigga?

[Verse 1]
Cruising with the Kel-Tec, it's [?] the passenger
Never running out of ammo 'cause I'm slick with the Scavenger
Wanna fight, motherfucker? I'm angry as shit
You get a chest full of bullets, nigga, you won't be missed
I'm always laughing at you goofies, all you niggas are jokes
You hear that, "Woo-woo," nigga, you get popped to smoke
Hop in a scat pack, nigga, with the pedal to the metal, bitch
I'm shooting all the racists and I'm burning all the pedos
I'm a real nigga, I do this rapping shit for fun
My dad is turning thirty-eight, so I'm a son of a gun
Yeha, bitch, I'm 5'7 with a Five-seveN
Got the FN in my left hand, better scram, nigga
Leave before it turns bad, all yo' niggas is gone
I'm 'bout to have you in a coma by the end of this song
Grab the keys and I hop in it, shit with some bop in it
Man, shoutout [?] grab the K then I [?]

[Verse 2]
You got like three, three fucking seconds 'til I get my peace
Run for your life, nigga, no begging, please
Strap on my wrist like I'm playing the Wii
You gon' learn your lesson for fucking with me
Big mag, better zig-zag, nigga
Pull yo' shit back, where my Big Mac, nigga?
Lame ass nigga, what a shame ass nigga
On yo' head with a TEC, call yo' ass ass, nigga
On his ass, laid a nigga on his ass
Wouldn't chat, 'bouta grab
I'ma stab, I'ma laugh (Hahaha)
I'm a crazy ass nigga, mental health is on the ground
I'm a quiet ass nigga, still [?] without a sound
I got the [?] got my scat pack, widebody too
What's the square feet of the inter'? Three ninety-two