Ready for war

Never meant for it to get here but there prayers for me to trip is why I keep the Nine on my hip so you know I’m ready finger on the trigger and my hand is steady got you in the scope bout to bust your levy you bout to feel the smoke my fingers heavy. Hey I don’t dread it you played with me now your talipoa feed after my pigs eat like Willy. . . Pickton you picked on the wrong onet jets picking Vernon gholston your done son but not me I just begun. Ill rap this at your funereal so they know it’s real like quantic soul orchestra. Standing over ya, ya Mama’s head on my shoulder son wipe them tears is almost over hun. I’m on one maybe two or three don’t look me he had it coming like a big sick in a virgin feel.I told them not to fuck with me now the Demons awake should of let him sleep the fires burning deep and they felt the heat this how it had to be goodnight pussy sweet dreams