Lyrics:
Evil Dead B O H I C A

of money just grinding our meat BEND OVER HERE IT COMES AGAIN! To hell with rubbers I need the moisture a real woman, and not a picture a gleaming brown

t understand that I'm a C, a Crip 4 life Slob-ass fools in my city nigga fear me It's the A to the D.C. rip fuck the B Atlantic Drive Crippin' is where