whut up ya'll this snap, the fuckin 419 knicknapper, doin door to door kidnappins on fakes,snitches,snooty ass hoes and bitches. i slit my wrist open and bleed these verses onto human skin canvases! keep ya heads low.
i dont play.period.thats the problem with music today, too many bitches out here PLAYIN,i get up and murder everybody standing in front of me by the end of a track! i got too many special moments to name, and most would get me caught up in some shit,bet that.
everything, my dumpster ass environment,shysty bitches,good weed,big titties,snuff flix, porno flix,bitches who let me fuck them and go brag to they friends so i can fuck them too! WHUT!
a spiked bat with 4 inch screws in it,a bloody ass rusty axe thats cracked,cranium bear traps,a little black book,lots of 40z,a 38.snub with no serial #s,and a stolen 44 mag
NAA, IM DONE TALKIN, THIS WEED NEEDS SMOKED, A SONG NEEDS WRITTEN,AND MY DICK NEEDS SUCKED. .....IM OUT.