cross me

cross me with the three let me free like the killer bee I’m not in the movie to call the thriller I’m with type of dealer the string to the wheeler like I’ve peal the chiller in kings land like the wings on my back wrap everything and pack all black on the stamp I got cramp and I’m in the mood of the ramp call me champ like the master of hemp highs and lows of the temp listen to the fallen scent what I went time to spent like the driver got a lot of tent dental and I faint to rentantal engine hard throttle coming with different variation bottle I’m the different model like the cuddle on the middle I’m the crystal I’m not here to whisper