rest in pieces steven
lukecwalker
lukec
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i sent ya son home in a box, wit no face
for 10 long years he was just a cold case
i apologize, but he brought it on himself
he was stupid, n he tried to jack me for my wealth
so i slapped him, smacked him wit a loiseville slugga
n said he would never see his stupid old mother
i broke my promise, you got to see him last week
granted, he had no skin, shit was nasty
but you got to see him, it mustve hurt ya feelins
just a bunch of broken bones not ya little steven
so i write this letta just to see how you doin
maybe we can meet, have a little fam reunion
have a barbeque, drink some scotish brew
play some amish tunes, wit some college students
miss i got to do this, i am not a judas
i am not a traiter, just an honest shoota
we can get along, maybe get married
make another son, we can even name him harry
start again, start fresh, make it all better
forget about death m'am, 4get bout this letta
make it happen, get ya wrinkly ass clappin
make a toast to ya vericose veins maddam
its been a nice convo, time to get it movin
truly yours, lukec the underboss