crampus

If you are befriending me, we’ll try to not be enemy’s, but if you make it dead to me, you turn to j.f. Kennedy. If you wanna beef wit me, strap you out and beat the g, pulling out the guillotine, chop it off so clean to see, children of the corn go play, go be uckin- Fay aggot-Fay, what’s the food we have today, see the mic me grab to say: all of you are gonna die, you are not my type guy, hanging you would make may day, now you have to pay. Treating you to a good meal, got to go and real, water and blue it’s just real, spinning round now like a wheel, g’s can’t go to fade out here, understand my statement here? Do I have to make it clear? I’m to much for naked fear. Shoot shot shoot shot shoot shot shoot, just shoot just shoot, just shoot, just shoot, just shoot, just shoot, just shoot. Breaking legs like branches, doing Vic Vic dances, crime like Charles Manson, kill the children crampus…hold and hold and hold, I want gold, hold and hold and hold, I want gold!