i gotta glock in my pocket lock it up dont talk it i got all these people thinking all their energys off market if you keep squaking ima shoot that lil birdy two faced shorty your gonna be more then a one toothed dummy you be talking to much birdy i gotta glock in my pocket lock it up dont talk it make that whistle bleach like you gotta leached target fuck yo team fuck yo clerks and yo teams possie pussys is what im getting fuck yo name fuck yo style white blue perks is all about my miles keep it skeetch multi name and category hyraglyphic files keep me upto date like a CSI Kyle fuck miami my gun be talking more then yo waist when it claps down in the race check my pace then erase yo function I traced all that fuck shit back to the buckets i hate fame all they do is mockit talk to the scrimmage all you gonna get merked by the clowns and murder face wallace is gonna cry cuz he got no muppits hhaha tuck it in yo pants when you in church cuz you know the devils lerking in blue blue collor flu like clue that blew up jewel catacombs poo like take a pic at you taking a shit while your ah hunnit while im over here being 15% fuck ah you while I market out with blues clues hehahaja