Check Check Check
For them Zombies man cause I pack a punch in this muhf*cka
In This Corner, The Ugliest Man Alive
In this Corner, Someone that can't do f*cking shit
Watch Out
Dumb Bitch
AG pack a punch
Like I just copped
Mustang and sally
Rap game it look like lunch
As I stank up y'all little rally
Smoking Cali bud and
Any other weed around me
Leave a devil dust
Might be how I leave ya whole county
Apex Spreading love
But I'm also keep counting
Don't try and act like y'all gon win if
Turn yo back on my my ugly ass friends
Gotta a task to get through
Make a couple mil bands
With these crooked wrapped hands
Don't test me
Don't test me
Bitch I pack a punch
Right right leftie
Pack the sack with skunk
Roll up the next b
Lunt
Kick poppin like a 80 yard punt
Wooooah heh heh
That's pretty deep
Smooth with this shit
But I isn't sugar sweet
Ruth f*cking less
Type to sip his whiskey beat
And soothe you with my piss
If you was burning last week
Don't like the heat
Then dodge the furnace
They embarrassed
I'm encouraged
Keep on staring
I ain't hurting
These rappers worthless
They Barely persons
They stay perping
Acting nervous
I'm just skirting
In the caddy
Lurking Larks
Around me
Staying ugly
Do it gladly
Don't test me
Don't test me
Bitch I pack a punch
Right right leftie
Pack the sack with skunk
Roll up the next b
Lunt
Kick poppin like a 80 yard punt
Wa wa wa
Can you catch it?
Bitch I mean these hands
We ain't the packers
Quit messing
You stressing that we better than you dog?
Forget it
You mention that I ever took a loss?
You're ended
My family they did that
Locked up in that fed pen
Conspiracy, racketeering
Mob bosses, it never end
Colombo family probably
Rigged these fights
You seeing now?
How I'll always win
All these shining lights
Beaming on us
Still I ain't even break a sweat
Don't test me
Don't test me
Bitch I pack a punch
Right right leftie
Pack the sack with skunk
Roll up the next b
Lunt
Kick poppin like a 80 yard punt
Like an 80 Yard punt
Cause I really Pack A Punch
Aye
And I'm staying real drunk
Drunken Fist
I Pack A Punch
Ayee
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Check Check Check
For them Zombies man cause I pack a punch in this muhf*cka
In This Corner, The Ugliest Man Alive
In this Corner, Someone that can't do f*cking shit
Watch Out
Dumb Bitch
AG pack a punch
Like I just copped
Mustang and sally
Rap game it look like lunch
As I stank up y'all little rally
Smoking Cali bud and
Any other weed around me
Leave a devil dust
Might be how I leave ya whole county
Apex Spreading love
But I'm also keep counting
Don't try and act like y'all gon win if
Turn yo back on my my ugly ass friends
Gotta a task to get through
Make a couple mil bands
With these crooked wrapped hands
Don't test me
Don't test me
Bitch I pack a punch
Right right leftie
Pack the sack with skunk
Roll up the next b
Lunt
Kick poppin like a 80 yard punt
Wooooah heh heh
That's pretty deep
Smooth with this shit
But I isn't sugar sweet
Ruth f*cking less
Type to sip his whiskey beat
And soothe you with my piss
If you was burning last week
Don't like the heat
Then dodge the furnace
They embarrassed
I'm encouraged
Keep on staring
I ain't hurting
These rappers worthless
They Barely persons
They stay perping
Acting nervous
I'm just skirting
In the caddy
Lurking Larks
Around me
Staying ugly
Do it gladly
Don't test me
Don't test me
Bitch I pack a punch
Right right leftie
Pack the sack with skunk
Roll up the next b
Lunt
Kick poppin like a 80 yard punt
Wa wa wa
Can you catch it?
Bitch I mean these hands
We ain't the packers
Quit messing
You stressing that we better than you dog?
Forget it
You mention that I ever took a loss?
You're ended
My family they did that
Locked up in that fed pen
Conspiracy, racketeering
Mob bosses, it never end
Colombo family probably
Rigged these fights
You seeing now?
How I'll always win
All these shining lights
Beaming on us
Still I ain't even break a sweat
Don't test me
Don't test me
Bitch I pack a punch
Right right leftie
Pack the sack with skunk
Roll up the next b
Lunt
Kick poppin like a 80 yard punt
Like an 80 Yard punt
Cause I really Pack A Punch
Aye
And I'm staying real drunk
Drunken Fist
I Pack A Punch
Ayee
For them Zombies man cause I pack a punch in this muhf*cka
In This Corner, The Ugliest Man Alive
In this Corner, Someone that can't do f*cking shit
Watch Out
Dumb Bitch
AG pack a punch
Like I just copped
Mustang and sally
Rap game it look like lunch
As I stank up y'all little rally
Smoking Cali bud and
Any other weed around me
Leave a devil dust
Might be how I leave ya whole county
Apex Spreading love
But I'm also keep counting
Don't try and act like y'all gon win if
Turn yo back on my my ugly ass friends
Gotta a task to get through
Make a couple mil bands
With these crooked wrapped hands
Don't test me
Don't test me
Bitch I pack a punch
Right right leftie
Pack the sack with skunk
Roll up the next b
Lunt
Kick poppin like a 80 yard punt
Wooooah heh heh
That's pretty deep
Smooth with this shit
But I isn't sugar sweet
Ruth f*cking less
Type to sip his whiskey beat
And soothe you with my piss
If you was burning last week
Don't like the heat
Then dodge the furnace
They embarrassed
I'm encouraged
Keep on staring
I ain't hurting
These rappers worthless
They Barely persons
They stay perping
Acting nervous
I'm just skirting
In the caddy
Lurking Larks
Around me
Staying ugly
Do it gladly
Don't test me
Don't test me
Bitch I pack a punch
Right right leftie
Pack the sack with skunk
Roll up the next b
Lunt
Kick poppin like a 80 yard punt
Wa wa wa
Can you catch it?
Bitch I mean these hands
We ain't the packers
Quit messing
You stressing that we better than you dog?
Forget it
You mention that I ever took a loss?
You're ended
My family they did that
Locked up in that fed pen
Conspiracy, racketeering
Mob bosses, it never end
Colombo family probably
Rigged these fights
You seeing now?
How I'll always win
All these shining lights
Beaming on us
Still I ain't even break a sweat
Don't test me
Don't test me
Bitch I pack a punch
Right right leftie
Pack the sack with skunk
Roll up the next b
Lunt
Kick poppin like a 80 yard punt
Like an 80 Yard punt
Cause I really Pack A Punch
Aye
And I'm staying real drunk
Drunken Fist
I Pack A Punch
Ayee
Writer: Alex Pruyn
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