Lyrics Bitch Ass Rappers - Conejo

Bitch Ass Rappers

Fake Ass Bitches
Who The Fuck On Your Team
Am I Suppose To Be Afraid Of?
I Ain’t Afraid Of Nobody
Muthafuckas Already Know There’s Gon Be
Some AK-47's Popping At Your Heads
When We Come In Contact
Fuck Hi-Power
Fuck Slow Pain
J Loons Pass Me My Shit
Trying To Roll Up On These Fools
Lets Roll
To Them Soldier Ink Bitches
Desert Eagles Get With You
Ese Rocking Up Birds
And Got The Money To Hit You
Something Wicked
About The Way I Flow
Cause When I Come To Your Town
All You Fools Lay Low
Smoke A Zone To The Neck
Of That Chronic Bro
Ese The Way I Flip P’s
Stay Stuck In Your Skull
Cause I’m A Fool
Holding A Murdering Tool
Ese Big Dick Rabbit
Make Your Wifey Drool
I’m A Dope Fiend Killer
Cause My Tar Un-Cut
Ese Put Your Ass Out
Like A Cigarette Butt
Cause I’m A Nut
And I Ain’t Giving A Fuck
I’ll Smash On Your Crew
Like A Monster Truck
Got Skills
And These Warfare Drills
Ese 3−6-5
I’m The Realest For Real
You Wanna Diss?
You Must Be Joking
Ese Jaws Get Broken
Some Of Them We Smoke Em
These Bitch Ass Rappers
On The Streets Emerge
But The G’s Know My Words
Worth A 100 Birds
I’m A Suicide Bombing
Dog Waiting To Happen
Ese L.A. Down To Back Me
Body Bag Em And Stack Em
I’m A National
Security — Threat
Ese They Close All Borders
When I Come In Your Sect
Cause I’m A Vet
And I Don’t Bang On The Net
I Spit Hallow Tips
And Never Break A Sweat
I’ll Fucken Stab Em In The Face
With A Rambo Knife
Ese Mr. Sand Nigga
O — It’s On Tonite
Get It Right Fool
You Never Been To Hell
Cause Venom From The H
Never Seen You There
Packed Jails
Parole Hold No Bail
Ese Doing Big Things
Getting Dope In Mail
I Rock Mic’s
Out Glass Make Ice
You A Played Out G
With Your Burned Out Nikes
I’m From Harpys
And 2−5's The Block
Ese We 3 MC’s
On The Streets We G’s
Homie Please
With All That Blvd.
Knights
I’ll Get You Where You Be
I’ll Just Shoot Em Kite
And It’s Done
And It Cost Me None
The Streets Got My Back
So They Murder For Fun
1-On-1
Should Of Showed You This
Homie Bust At A Fool
Disrespecting Your Shit
These Bitch Ass Rappers
On The Streets Emerge
But The G’s Know My Words
Worth A 100 Birds
I’m A Suicide Bombing
Dog Waiting To Happen
Ese L.A. Down To Back Me
Body Bag Em And Stack Em
I’m A National
Security — Threat
Ese They Close All Borders
When I Come In Your Sect
Cause I’m A Vet
And I Don’t Bang On The Net
I Spit Hallow Tips
And Never Break A Sweat
I Bought A Quarter Bird
And Hit The Curb
Ese That Graveyard Shift
Was The Time To Serve
And Now I Got A Half
16 For The Whole
The Dope Spot Cracking
Base Heads Came Home
Loc’d Out Don’t Phase Me
And His Boy Get Stomped
Lil Savage A Bitch
I Stay Pushing That Rock
C — O — N Kill And Robb
C — O — N Be The Boss
And When I Bring The Violence
All The Streets Applaud
The System’s Knocking
That Venom Tape
Them Other Fools Be Fake
And Its Plain To See
That You Ain’t High Powered
Minimum Security
Thats A Crew Full Of Cowards
And Criminals Weak
He Better Shut His Beak
Unload A 47
On The Drivers Seat
Of His Bucket
Fucken Brains All Over
Cross Your Ass Out
And Spray My Hood On Your Corner
These Bitch Ass Rappers
On The Streets Emerge
But The G’s Know My Words
Worth A 100 Birds
I’m A Suicide Bombing
Dog Waiting To Happen
Ese L.A. Down To Back Me
Body Bag Em And Stack Em
I’m A National
Security — Threat
Ese They Close All Borders
When I Come In Your Sect
Cause I’m A Vet
And I Don’t Bang On The Net
I Spit Hallow Tips
And Never Break A Sweat
Let Me See
Pick Your Muthafucking Shirt Up
Take That Muthafucking Shirt Off Muthafucker
Take That Muthafucking Shirt Off Muthafucker
What The Fuck IS That Ese.