Kid Vicious - With A Burner

{Intro}
Some muthafuckas, got they name in the hat
If your name on that list
You’re a goofy or a bitch
(You don’t wanna be one of them muthafuckas)
You know what it is
If your name on that list
You’re a goofy or a bitch
(Who gon’ get killed next dog?)
You know what it is
If your name on that list
You’re a, you’re a dead man

{Verse 1: Bozo}
It’s bloody murder when I spit
I’m that 5-5-6
I got the gang in this bitch
What you know about this?
Wear blue, I’m a fool when I grip that tool
Big Sur when I step
I’m the truth in the booth
Reputation heavy
You won’t die if you ready
Ride for my dogs, obligation that I carry
Got that Dirty Harry
Puffing clouds of that Mary
All your boys pussy
It’s a pet cemetery
Empty out the Mac
Fuck your boy, he a rat
Make that ass clap
Bitch I can’t throw with rats
Why they all mad?
All we do is spitting facts
Taking out that trash
He a thing of the past
Real south sider
We ain’t hanging with no chaps (fuck the other side)
Visit for a second and they bragging on the gram
Don’t nobody care, we done took over they land
Wave a blue rag when I’m cruising through the set

{Chorus}
If you claim the other side
It’s murder, murder, murder
Got a blue rag with a burner, burner, burner
If you claim the other side
It’s murder, murder, murder
Got a blue rag with a burner, burner, burner

{Verse 2: Vicious}
This one right here for all you lames and studio G’s
All my homies gang bang
We the real in the streets
The homie Bozo throwing P’s like he slanging the trees
And all my homies rep that “F”
We busting at enemies
I used to run around town
Breaking fools for they packs
We was really kicking doors
And wiping AK rounds
Get your money lil homie
Give a fuck about a bitch
Play it smart
Don’t you ever leave the house without a stick
Everybody know Monte run that SGV
All that internet shit don’t get you stripes in the street
Yo LatinBeast, man these lames can’t even rap like me
Talkin’ bout they in the club with a strap like me
They really love to tuff talk on all them interviews
We don’t really talk much
We just busy toutin’ tools
Me and Bozo putting on for that big double “S”
My homies throw they hands up
And all you see is the “F”

{Chorus}
If you claim the other side
It’s murder, murder, murder
Got a blue rag with a burner, burner, burner
If you claim the other side
It’s murder, murder, murder
Got a blue rag with a burner, burner, burner
If you claim the other side
It’s murder, murder, murder
Got a blue rag with a burner, burner, burner
If you claim the other side
It’s murder, murder, murder
Got a blue rag with a burner, burner, burner