Pet Semetary

Man Quik, what they talkin' 'bout?
 Man they talkin' 'bout R&B music and Gangsta Rap is dead
 What!? Damn
 Aye, we need to go bury both of them muthafuckaz in the pet semetary
 Take them to Compton and Watts then
 I hit the liquor depot, on Crenshaw
 Where all the working class G's go
 Around the corner from Greg house
 On the next block
 Knocking something down
 Cause South Central got the best cock
 And the flyest bitches live in ran down spots
 That's why them niggas be Piruin' and Crippin'
 Tryin' to protect that ghetto pussy they hittin'
 And you know what you goin' get when you buy you a Quik beat
 And you know what's goin' happen your bitches and Quik meet
 And I know that she goin' kiss and tell
 She can't keep it quiet, can't help it when the dick is swell
 Have to admit it
 It's just good
 She's gotta laugh
 Like a parent, I put a whoopin' on her bottom half
 I'm a player from the Himalayas
 Niggas don't agree, then them niggas' haters
 I'm just tryin' to be the R&B savior with the instrumental
 Or goin' down like JFK in a Continental
 The most underrated, so mothafu*kin' hated
 Anything I do for music is never celebrated
 Ya'll killin' the game like pesticides
 But, DJ Quik is unpasteurized
 My music is flawless, my lyrics is lawless
 Your hood wouldn't be eatin'
 I'm the reason for all this
 Ya'll tryin' say I got my jaw broke in Compton
 What kind of fake gangsta movies ya'll be watchin'
 That's some cowboy sh*t, this some now boy sh*t
 When them rounds hit your car, that's as loud as it's goin' get
 Handle my lightweight, get him embalmed [?]
 So don't fu*k with the great
 You're much safer on skates
 On thin ice
 With lead plates
 I'm 'bout to reboot, go in and recoup, come through and shoot, make 'em scatter like shoooop
 So all that don't like me, you can suck a dick or somethin'
 Turn over on your stomach, take a dildo 'til you vomit
 I know you niggas crampin', I know the real you
 You keep fu*kin' with me, and I'm goin' kill you
 Now what they want to go and cancel Arsenio Hall for
 Now we got no place to kick it, That's so uncalled for
 I'm a bad motherfu*ker, cause my Glock says so
 But my wallet says Gucci, I'm a fly killer yo
 Jewels on your ass, pullin' tools on your ass
 Recite a scripture before I put these on your ass
 I'm a [?]
 Put that in perspective, it's about a half oz of the OG
 Gettin' low key
 Rollin' more trees than a hatchback
 Chillin' like it's '79
 My lyrics so wicked, nigga, go and rewind
 So, one more time, I'm from the world's most dangerous city
 Back on the scene with no cracks on my screen
 I'm like an addict gettin' back on that thing
 If R&B is dead, nigga, Rest In Peace
 But I'm still goin' write the stuff that make the stress release, Preach