Song: “#PsychologicalDetoxification” #PreachersOfLA #DissRecord
Artist: Big Ron-Loc 
Album: #HostileAndHungry6 (The Mixtape)
Producer: Dr. Dre

Verse 1

I can feel you pussy n***as looking at me sideways, bet the .50 cal strap will hit him from a block away
Automatic head shot any time me or my killers spray, god cross ya mind knock him off wile the n***a pray
Reverin I don’t think the Church gone save you, n***as selling dope while they mammas come pay you
Constantly war ing with devil cause I love GOD, I got it with the ones on earth who call they self taking charge
I really read the bible, I can see through you, put that choppa on his ass, really see through you
Label my kind with demons cause I never look or speak to you, Do him like he do the church Stick up and say the bills due
Muthafucka I don’t really wanna smoke you, Mind your crooked ass business and I’m a mind mine too
The same preacher told his crowd I had a foul mouth, was fucking my grand mamma inside my grandaddy house
While he was married to my auntie, Oh now I know why n***as ain't fucking with me, Waiting on me to turn around so they can stick a dagger in me, like the old neighbor you slept so close to, right there arms reach killers? what the fuck fool, Boss and black tone the only n***as on my album, Reallest n***as I know, a peace sign a count them loc, Subliminal ass n***a i ain't throwing punch lines, I point blank range RPG mine
Cause you never had beef in any city, mamma kept him so close, he talk his lips will touch her titty
I Bang Gangsta Rap like its the California card
You caught a dope case and everybody disappeared, You was snitching in a cell with a wire in it, Every body in the streets know been did it, He got his chest poked out acting like he feared
My own family shot and missed, Bet I won’t