GunSlaya

this gun slayers done player put u under one layer of this rich ohio fill dirt i bet this psychos still hurt he aint never knew no real work he prolly was a sales clerk till he started makin sales worse u say got that bread flow i call that shit a stale verse that ur bitchass had to rehearse a pine box black veil n long hearse u in a pine box sippin fine red wine on the rocks sun shinin on the docks shes dinin on my cock then signin on the dotgive me everything u got in return u gave her crabs n a ring that was hot that done got took by the cops u just a thot so stop