in Glocks I trust to bust owns niggars that bring my best to keep me hot and lick my pockets bigger bigger than a motherfuker navigate to reconstruct ass naked in the streets. So start wild climbing to my mind and you will see, cycle going to be a killer that's the Niger kicking in doors kosher f****** mouth before I take your f****** grill out break your nose and slit your throat so you won't have time to shout got Niger in the background breaking 18 Busters teeth you get in the wrong we'll crap you're gone and show you know sympathy cuz we be about our hog when it comes to dealing out death will take your life by killing you twice will slit your throat then break your neck I bet you're having second thoughts about trying to f*** with us because we feed some young tennesseans who got any nuts but if you're feeling brave and you want to try and test your look you better be prepared to die food because in Glocks We Trust my clock has never let me down when I'm in a situation that requires violence known as mass projectile penetration paid I have to do this but I ain't new to this thuggish s*** breaking bones correcting wrongs and whipping them down with a pistol grip a weak ass trick what's try to snitch and try to send me straight to jail I had to snatch his body and I sent his soul Straight to Hell but I can't really tell if I lived it s*** or did I dream because sometimes my life seems like it was written for the big screen. dreams of a mad man living in a mad land can't say its wrong or right so i leave it all in God's hands. the only thing I pray is that the lord will keep my aim true, don't let me slip or trip and hope my next victim will not be you.