[Tybalt]

gloxes
by tybalt

one time i was with my homies
were were driving down town
to get some groceries

i spot that mofo fred
i say to my boys
let's take some gloxes to his head

I pull my chevy to the curb
flip open the door
i'm cool like an iceberg

that mofo cracka named fred
'bout to be just anotha
WHITE BOY DEAD

i pull out my gloxes,
check the clip
put my finga to the trigga,
he gon' be one dead wigga

my boys in the back
me sittin' on the hood
i pop a cap at fred
like i said i would

first shot brings 'im down
i'm like,
yo mofo you dead cracka clown

ain't no moral to dis hometown story yo
just da case of a man and his gloxes yo
ain't gonna take no whities no mo'