JD

- Yo, what's your name, young blood? What they call you?
- Well I got, I got, James, Jimmy or Byron Dean
- Yeah, I've been feeling that really JD swag lately
Lord Pretty Flacko Jodye stepped up in this piece
Bust my Glock to ensure that all you mother****ers rest in peace
Uh, Schwarzenegger I, straight slaughter mother****ers
I'm offin mother****ers, screaming off with mother****ers' heads
They all surrender, better call for mother****ers
Come at all you mother****ers heads, talk em off a ledge
I'm arguing with 'em, I'm done talking with 'em
I order coffins for 'em, call the coroner for 'em
Get a comforter for 'em, I did all you mother****ers' beds
I want all you mother****ers dead
You want all your b***h money, royalness and brea
Royalties instead of rollies for your boys, but loyalty is dead
Now I'm only up again
Kick... kick a man while he's down
Looks dead; can’t be safe to say it
Everybody's getting punished
Looking down to sell with you, how have you been?
Probably an undercover, had them undercovers with you
People buying and selling for you
I'll only sell with you if you're blind to sell
Lord Pretty Flacko Jodye stepped up in this piece
Bust my Glock to ensure that all you mother****ers rest in peace
Rep my block, quick to draw on all you mother****ers if there's beef
Blow your spot, better pray to Lord this shit don't hit the street
Jimmy Dean