....rose to the top from these scars little by little ... Holy mother of death protected me from them holes in my chest battle of Barrios Glock spraying...... start spreading ICS again playing death of weight and no legs rearrange your whole head resurrection of them demons made me spaz out solo creeping through the night Sur up masked on sawed off dumping body's dropping reinforce arriving bullets flying sneak up on you shoot you when you're f****** mouth one by one take you out cartel style run up in your mama's house mom and dad found Belly up fuck round with the wrong one's got and gottom snugd up shy go sleep mother of death will bless u with the kiss of needs....