Little Jimmy was good kid never thought it was cool to smoke growing up in the dirt family broke life was a fuckin joke he was mistaken the one day he lit himself a cigarette and ever since that very hour he's been making worlds a wreck yo check now he's banking on the system counting cash on a ass passed out while huffing a huge cloud of gas passing the pipe he passes back while weighing up the next quarter sack Little jimmy went from a scrawny kid to a badass now he's all that got a bad girl by his side and got his back So lovely as she loads the clip and pulls the hammer back to snap and smiles as she pulls the trigger lays em down for that forever nap and jimmy laughs so hard he knows they never coming back he takes the gun and and wipes the prints puts it in a backpack and tossed it in the river thinking no ones gonna question that he goes back to an empty home mom's passed out on the counter rack up the stairs into his room to plan his next heinous attack oh snap the cops are knocking at the door he rushes to the sink to wash away the blood his mind panicked struggling to think They meet him in the living room mom pacing the floor biting her teeth they ask him where he was he lies I was with a homie they pull a wet sack out a 45 jet black and read him his rights as they cuff him from the back now it's off to the county jail and soon to a prison cell the moral of the story is always kill and never tell (shhhhh)