Maniac Drug Dealer III

Hoeish ass bitch keep running that mouth
Got a couple dumb guns put 'em right in your mouth
I don’t ride with no suckers I don’t ride with no buster
When I smile all you see is the diamonds in the cluster
I’mma pistol whip the bitch, I’mma put him in the trunk
Take the money out his pockets take his ho out to lunch
Really what’s up we be doing it punk
Caught me waiting outside the club with the pump
Ready to dunk (?)
(?) say you a chump
Fuck what you say, fuck what you claim
I be the killer they calls the mane
Running the game, swinging them thangs
I’m already dead, I’mma make you the same
Bitch!
Fuck a conversation bitch, murder’s what I’m after
Catch you in the dark one hand I’mma grab ya
Blood everywhere shit looks like a disaster
I outlast and blast any punk ass bastard
Closed casket, what you really wanna do?
I got a stack on your head, bitch say it ain’t true
I’mma call up my clique I’mma put out a hit
I’m a maniac murderer don’t you forget
Maniac, maniac
Drug dealer, bitch killer