im gonna pop that trunk dog. rolls royce bense and my acog. run around pretending that. that will make u wack. dont u think thats a fact.last opp run up he got wacked.red eye red eye. killing for my kind. light from my barrel will make you instantly blind.its not fake shits real. my heats kinda cool ur spine will have a chill. just dumped the mag need a refill. girls in your club telling you how its actually. run in your house blowing shit up plus your family. i just ripped my wife beater. you got a cold sense of humer. get a goddamn heater. you put yourself in a personal box call it a facility. breaking the wind turbine. catching up with my agility. not my bystanderds of being physically. keeping my head up to stay steadily. once you see the war coming you will not be ready. to see it from a mile across. my boys would hit you up from the land of the lost. so dont push my pressure. or go face to face with my jester. you wouldn't have realized until the next sumester. listen im telling you before this shit gets started. my sword in a hand my gun in the other. i am fucking cold hearted. just killed your fucking brother. shit just started again. running with the white Mexicans and the taliban. theres no communication with me will get and only get a letter. its not a race just drive faster not better. to fast to furious. nigga im just curious. so if theres a next time you bring the strap. youll be riding on top of the bus or sitting in the back.