CAUTION, Pt. 2 - Intellectual

[Verse 1: Uni X]

I throw caution to the wind

Made you're bitch so fucking wet

Pull up on me at my crib

I swear to God, let pistol rip

I might hang my fucking neck

Or might slit my fucking wrists

Make you wish you never hurt me

Grab the knife, watch piss it drip

I might fist you where it hurts

Or might gut you like a fish

Leave you dying on the curb

Laying bloody red, no crip

Body drop like nine eleven

Go and call upon your heaven

But our God, He has been absent

Only Satan has been present, aye

I heard you barking like a bitch

Run up on me, make 'em sit

Watching plays make you a pussy, I ain't shooting you for shit

I don't need no fucking strap

Drag your body across the map

Pull up, smash you pussy whip

Won't come outside, know where we at like

Watch out, fuck that

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