sickness from a distance..its not so..thats why u spit across sea's
fucka black cat,
like bad crusifictions,not even jesus would wanna cross me
try keepin rb alive,but after this battle ur the only one diein
burn a box for fun,
but its only fun when i brake ya bones,n fold u inside it
like ya sound click,ya said it ya self,u need a new name,how bout slave
standin over ya rightful place,
like ya own grim reapers lookin for ya,even ya names just waitin over ya grave
im sick and tired of u fucking newbs,who actully think your vets
my only advice for u is,
u prolly aint even hit pubertry yet,u dont got skill anyways,just stick ta text
007 gets use ta beatin newbs,just remember this as the day ur losein ta god
get played over n over agian,
like shity re runs from old movies,like replayes of james bond