Album dropped went underground gold

prices paid traveling these roads

fuck escapades I'm battlen' foes

Master soulcarrier owns The Crows

deadly assassin with murderous intent

steady blastin' everybody crushed intense

constantly fuckin hoez leavin'em bent

for twenty five dollar rent

they waxed in a tent

fuck you!.... pay your rent

Mailed Last Week...Already Sent!!

actually pipebombs and pocket lint

take gum and a mint

my breath is heavily stenched

like a twisted burnt fence