roses are red violets are blue i fucked your bitch and i knew that you knew talk about pistols you have no ammo when i shoot my shot your ass dead like you. cant move pull out no sighn of a trace i dont look back cause the bloods on my face pick up a blunt take a hit and imbrace all that ive did leave me guessing away i am insain so get out my face or therell be a slaughter all of my homies they pull up with choppas kill and go farther burn down your place move out with caution you know we fk and we are till the coffin and you know we been robin steal from the rich and we give to the poor weve never had shit so we take what is yours you try to stop us your face hits the floor when we roll out you dont see us no more we gone in the darkness but are souls werent behore this is what happens when the monsters they roar the demons inside burn from the core the fire inside released for some more if we die tonight well we've been dead before we know how it it feels to rise up from the floor you wanna see it again whats that fantasy for this time we ride away like before