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 niggas rest in peace

Uh, Schwarzenegger I, straight slaughter niggas

I'm offin niggas, screaming off with niggas' heads

They all surrender, better call for niggas

Come at all you niggas 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 niggas' beds

I want all you niggas dead

You want all you nigga money, royalness and bread

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 niggas rest in peace

Rep my block, quick to draw on all you niggas if there's beef

Blow your spot, better pray to Lord this shit don't hit the streets

Jimmy Dean