havoc

ok I'm getting bitches like my name was Austin powers I betcha I can have her naked with in the hour hear comes a thunderstorm and she's finna shower I rang that pussy alarm with all this power moving bags of white aka cauliflower no it's not powder. But yes u get hyper could run up the tower at a 1000 mph.and still not be tired to dam wired I'm fucking lit like a fire money is my only desire anything else mise well be for liars and hypocrites bitch I'm adding up I love arithmetic gotta wife and bad ass side bitch watch me fly it's do or die SHIT my young life was rolling 60.crips. rip.Stanley tookie williams. the creator of Hoover crips.years later we branch off form are own click u play us weak we hit yo boss not giving a SHIT some of us even had a burner in shool and own trips and wouldn't hesitate to pull it from the hip make yo ass dip when he let's it rip crumble big men like chips prove they scared as SHIT u don't want this I'm numero uno.i love this shit killer murder beats u can hear em at they funeral where we wait at the wake getting baked cause deaths so beautiful yes we're all up but only some get delusional brain done fried stupid u done to high and bit ya nails down to the cuticle y u ask so dam juvenile yea your stupid and it sure does show that here on earth I don't belong I'm out this world like et so I should just phone home............