my heart is black my eyes are cold Im already a legend from the story's been told my eyes are like ice they will leave you frozen and cold I'm old school bitch the games to be sold not told three jumped in my inbox talked some shit only one came with some spit talked all racist to this crazy white boy and got in my face now all three is toe tagged with a murder case that's right bitch rebel in my blood raised in dirt gravel and mud yes in Irish yes I'm white yes I'm that honky that fucked your black ass momma all night and your still salty this white boy can rap and write sorry about your mom.bitch she loves this mic fucked her with it and made her a chocolate cherry dike pussy all wet on the back of my bike like a devil in the pale moon light my skill and game I keep tight talk shit with no bark or bite no fucking heart and not even belt to fight come at Mchail when your bitch ass can write what's up bitch who you trying to roast I am in my shack with moon shine having a toast pussy your the one that went mother fucking ghost mix breed Lil shit talking spick you Make me sick I'm still stand here telling you to suck my mother fucking cock then I'm going get to pimp your trans hunting ass out and sale you on the block and overdose your momma from your own crack rock Mchail you weak knee wigger as bitch if you ever came to my hood I'd rap you in a rebel flag set you on fire and throw you in a ditch loose lip snitch hope you like this fucking AK shut the fuck up and live another day been weeks bitch I want you to come out and play beat your ass the southern way take change out your ass Mchail and make you pay