Honeycomb

Like this, biatch

Playas from the underground, we on the south side
I'm with that buck shit, mop em like a slip n slide
Always got the stick on me, you'd think I just got crucified
Trigger finger itching, gun em down, that's holy $uicide
Spray him with that 12 gauge, he look like Kurt Cobain
Watch the bubble from his blood, leaking from his, from his brain
Ghetto gods from the dirty south
White trash, mane
That choppa leave em leakin, wrap em up in cellophane, mane

I got a bullet with ya name
On the-on the tip
Ride slow in the Chevy
Boutta plan a hit
We hit ya block n me and Tony boutta pop it off
G-g you got my voice sounding like its chopped and screwed off

I got a bullet with ya name
On the-on the tip
Ridin slow in the Chevy
Boutta plan a hit
We hit ya block n me and Tony boutta pop it off
G-g you got my voice soundin like its chopped and screwed off
Got my voice sounding like
You got my voice sounding
You got my voice sounding like it's chopped and screwed off
Got my voice sounding like
got my voice sounding
got my voice sounding like it's chopped and screwed off
Got my voice soundin like it's chopped and screwed

G-g-g