skulls on the hood feel the dash board wood aiming with my 45 letting my brother drive we in he zone bich don't call my phone I'm invading not debating this community be hating smashing through the wall 911 on the call I dont play around get on the fuckin ground I dont shoot i use a boot not to be mean pull away from the scene I'm not going insane shooting through the window pain get the green this ain't no lean I'm not one you wanna test blow you up with vest I need to get rid the pain the bad blood is in my vain highly skilled you are killed freaked out wanna shout plowing through these singles lifting roof shingles I'm the man you just a fan jk soap out