OS67#SharkRedZone

Music jesse James #SharkRedZone I spit like razor blades box cutter fades. War scares on parade skin tone glazed. Shit blends in like a barber shop fade. 1/2 against the grain sharp like a machete blade. Unleashed the beast out the cage. Im on a rampage ready to engage. Im wild kingdom bearded up no clean shave. See the monster in my picture frame. Nigga killer instinct still the same. The game aint fucking change. The hustle game is a hustle game. C-notes back and forth in them hands exchange. A bullet to your dome still blow out your fuckin brains. Im arson associated with them flames. Up north niggas lining up the chain gang. New York streets bullets still poppin bang bang. Putting that work in doing the thang thang. Ruthless thungs will take your bling bling. Scope you out and do the sting sting. The aftermath the money ching ching. I may be righteous but i spit it like im sing sing. Rec yard riot ice pick poke holes make your skin sting. My barz have you screaming and agonising. Old timer just exercising and brutalizing. My connection is that section for only kings. Im from that error nigga clever on perfecting. I turn it up when i feel it optimizing. Optimus prime type shit transforming. More than meets the fucking eye in disguising. Now you realize motherfuckers im suprising. Sniper scoper shooting target on timing. I jake nicklson this shit like the shinning. The mighty zues with his hand throwing lighting. In person not the one to fuck with cause im frightening. Im scary movie in the hood knife stabbing. I squeeze jugular out your throat until your choking. Finger prints around your neck showing. Its suicide to swim waters shark be lerking. 40 meters in hood motherfuckers sharks hunting. Peirce the layers on your skin until fuckin bones crunching.