pump blast

I pump blast ,past ,better give me the cash .before I pump blast leave you in the past .another dead ass ,that got in my path another .baptism byron's blood bath .passing down my wisdom. like the passion of the christ. I adorn , the crown of thorns the devil's horns ,going beep beep. road runna, acme , athletics ,wild E coyote ,smokin on Indian picotee I pass the dutchee to left hand side ,filled with exotic reefer ,to tha homie Grimm Reapa. we pump up the sounds , and gun blast ,the volume.even the walking dead remain silent. I'm not a killer ,unless you make me kill again. I will bury you on a deserted island like Gilligan .for a lifetime tour. blasting you is the cure.for this profiteer. we tha best , like Khalid just walked up in hear. shouting in your bad ear ., it's another one ..and another one and another one. we tha best of the best son.study long for this lesson is a blessing. in my Gene's no guessing. 23. jordan , DNA. champion blood lines Rudolf. the red nose pit. never barked but he always shook one to Bits..