Friday night furnerel

big drip get ripped got that bling bling dat red eye creepa dat tear ya head off make ya fanticly cough cough get buzzed up and leave ya sauce with the boss at any cost we both know you lost so lost my breath like ice frost crossed with the holocaust yo body we tossed left for dead no warmth no pulse yo soul sent aloft soft blackened by time stolen by me let that pussy nigga go let that ppa ring let it sing outside ya car door that's insane ya see that you can't even look at me in the eye. and say I'm wrong every reason to say goodbye that's fine let's draw the line for the blind and follow that without any signs of the divine holy as hell what's that smell it's the image of you I just killed consoled you thought you was in control but the the only thing you was controlling how many tips you gave mister patrolman looking like Gary oldman on drac 5.0 it's disappointing knowing you ain't showin that face is surly glowin like a Friday night furnerel so I painted a mural of yo death yo body yo words so silent violent then death becomes you too