savage

yo.yo theres two people in my yard ur mom is a colured car u press that red butten but then u brack the grace u brack the freedome.....so die sie with a nothet crime wine bine like an idiot of mine. yo u come across me ull be a pice of dead meat fead to my dogs and fead to my lions so ye go go go cry to ur mom or els im comming comming to get you tonight with my tommy guard