Scratchin

yeah thats right Im scratchin at your door scratchin on your walls scratchin on your floor fucked with me I dont give a shit anymore oh whats that in the closet just some gore you want some more now you freakin out what for lockin it down just to prove Im hardcore gangsta shit gotta bit yeah I got guns galore got a pistol yeah its a .44 +.01 Im about to have some fun cut you up with my hatchet then shoot ya just to make sure its done but not before I get ya girl you remember the only one then when Im finished Ima get your phone goin down your contacts list killin all your homies till I get the throne hoppin on my moto flyin down the road passin all these mofos just tryna get home pop up my kickstand finally all alone listen to some tunes and tones just gettin in the zone now I can finnaly sleep just resting my bones