Two Minutes Chris Travis

Who these niggas lookin' at? Where'd your father go?
Leave your head hanging down like some baggy clothes
I drop a [?] right on my juice now I can't talk no more
I'll drop a bomb up on your group then watch them all explode
Them big [?], yea we get 'em by the overload
And if there's trouble coming bitch we hit over code
I'm saying shit only smart niggas can decode
And if you're stupid then your IQ don't meet this song
I'm just taking everything that don't belong
And you pussy fuckboy this ain't where you belong
Boy these niggas soft as cookies, put 'em in the oven and smoke 'em up like girl scout cookies
Legend like I'm Bruce Lee, but I'm grinding like a rookie
And I'm spitting automatic 30 rounds like a Uzi
These rappers steady lose man, talking slow but [?]
I don't know what's gotten to me, leave you stranded like a loose-leaf
Who me? I'm the one they should be standing for
Hit a nigga down split 'em open like a cantaloupe
Better fucking [?], so I'm something like a cannibal
Will you live or die? Well the answer is [?]