knock knock

Okay I pop out w a stick
That lil bitch she suckin sick
Flip another pack of scripts
In the lab like my name Rick
Catchin plays like Michael Vick
Smooth like butter but don't slip
Light em up like he a wick
Spit and hawk inside yo bitch
Okay I'm at yo bitches pussy like knock knock who's there?!
Pouring acid on his body he might say a prayer
I know I'm better than you fuckers so bitch best beware
Never been the one for running
And I don't play fair
Face it
I just wanna cut off all our faces
Lace it
Smoking another blunt I'm feeling anxious
Too cold
Fuck all this pressure I need two more
You fold
Talkin all that shit n I'm gon kick door