aye, run up on me greet the dirt headshot, up close, lil blood on my shirt right between the eyes, so you know it don't hurt if you lookin for me I'll be up ya hoes skirt and ya know my dicks what I'm tryna insert run up in yo house leave your family with the throat slit grippin on that pistol like yo bitch do the dick, Rick yeah you can call me Bobby, the way I hold the Tommy mask on my face prolly cuz im droppin bodies shoot yo brother, stab yo mother, leave your youngest with a stutter never gonna find the bodies don't just drop them in the gutter that grim reaper, thrill seeker, walk in church and blast the preacher two AK's im tuckin, reachin, please give me a fuckin reason.