black bottles focusing magazines on smack models i pack the brothel throttle to the floor in mother's pulling out her war ceremony and I'm left all lonely on the floor black bottles I'm sure I'm at war I'm torn from the wall rats got me chillin Killin feeling Barker Fallon in the matrimony between social economics and military it's a different area disciplinary sort of scheme these kunts got cyborgs at the m.a.p. so quick to take a dose of venom and spit bro think before you step or leap the water may be shallow and bleak the fence your building could be narrow and weakmy menace children whom I will raise to back speak the dentist revealing by 45 I'll have no teeth fantasy fallen from Grace to smack addicts in the facethese days everybody want to be a DJ or a rap of with an snapped of attitude into the magnitude of gratitude because I don't spit anything I don't think is wedding ring sort of s*** because I can take a part a bar in 2.5 fifths of a secondare brother or sister are mother uncle what am I gonna do my words are my weapon violence only solves questions but to be frank curious cats always stepping on the back whack attack smack crack black bottles stacked fat packed in my backpack reaper the Jack reaper the jack Daniel if you're are vandal you can chill bra don't be acting mental cars and bars go together like fairy floss and dental costs kickn wraps sitting back thinking of my old pack cheesy like Big Mac tease me baby cardiac crazy like geriatric babies it's heavy D up in the limousine it's crazy how teenagers perceive it's lately everything I see on the screens is blatant outrageously emphasised like diagnosed lung cancer Bryan died at home from smoking and if you don't quit youll die alone. that's the message Australia's government is keeping on with how low you ask how low can you go well Pablo Escobar would know fuk the police 101 and then I run from the crime scene like Usain Bolt 100m sprint no fault