drop to yo knee's

whippin it up in Hell's kitchen, why are these hatas bitchin gaf if you're a Christian, i love my way of livin, I'm a fallin angel, I'm ballin, I'm sinnin, you hatin, you snitchin,,,, YEAHHH, public enemy number one fallen angels on the run this is. thug life, cus I live by the gun, I'm gangsta wit it Man y'all ain't seen shit yet y'all don't wanna see my set any signs of disrespect cut throat's at ya neck, it's murdaaaa, in the first degree, city by the Sea if you boy's try me you'll see, I'll print your face on that fucking white tee, D.O.A. on the scene, I scooped him out clean like american marines, YEAH i did my damn thing, I'll do you boys bad placed in a body bag, wrong color rag, don't ever false flag, I might be in a lac but my shootas in a jag, str8 like that have em DUMP on your ass cusm me a reason now your barely even breathing, you got fucked off it's the season of the demon, I'm to complex, hata don't plex, hit you with a hex do you know what comes next, curses and hurses, ritual's and versus...... drop to you knees, pray for your soul.... As i walk in the valley of the shadow of death, look into my eyes to see the faces of death....