DESCRIPTION:
SPM South Park Mexican

When Devils Strike

[SPM]
One, Two buckle that fool
He's Fuckin with me, and he's Fuckin with you
Yeah, wood to my bones, to my chromosomes
Got two forty-fours so I'm not home alone
Push a pencil like a stone on a saturday night
I choke a !!!!! from my toad, like I'm grabbin the Mic'
They bought me a used Dirt Bike
A year later, it wuz used to serve right
Get a bird on top of us !!!!!! gaveses
Mad, cuz my closet full of guns and kniveses
Rockin with duckies, for fiends and junkees
Got more chesse than Chukies, and get my !!!!! from uglies
It's all lucky, just bought a Pitbull puppy
Its guareented to make me a shit full of money
And I just couldnt settle in school, I wuz nervous
So I left, I cant even write in curvsife

[Chorus 2x]
Wat do u see, in my hood
I see gangstas everywhere, everywhere

[SPM]
And I'm going live, liver than the rest
I told my mom, while I'm locked, take it as a test
Up in Garza West, Smockin on that Skidney Square
Three more, and I believe I can get me there
I'll be home soon, I promise that
I be trippin cuz know they say my title rap
Seven years old (I'm eight now that) they say she real cold
She my mothafuckin life, for real though
Lord knows that he got me here for a reason
Wat it is, I dont know but your boy breathein
It didnt kill me, so knowthe !!!!!! gotta feel me
I've been slanging since I got kicked out of Milbey
Last ten years, been a cold joungle
In the streets sellin dope to my own Uncle
Born thug, they goin to hate me 'till I'm bagged up
I'n my casket, I'll probably still be handcuffed

[Chorus 2x]

[SPM]
I come from the Slums, South Side Houston
Changed to Screwstone, the day screw moved on
And I miss him, wish I could hug and kiss him
He wuz askin' for help, but no one would listen
Remanicin, actin like a fooled razy, jealouse !!!!!! but refused to boss me
I don't blame them though, I would jump on stage and flow
And holla !!!!!! the police and the radio
They can't stop me, but certeanly could fuckin try
I started Dope House, back when I wuz Forcken-fry
In the pen, wish I had one name
I swear to god !!!! hate to see us paid
Just made big spread, with roast beef
Got ma boy pullin me, outta stoled teeth
On teh Mic' I destroy any other meat
My new son called !!!!! in Burger King

[Chorus 2x]