yey here comes the icecream truck with the jingle playin'/
little kids rampagin', Unwritten HaZArd with bodies on him cagin'//
on the ground with his face smashed in, from the TYKES Bashin'/
swipes here and there on his body, bruises from the whiplashin'//
it's serious little kids killed ya son,leavin' nothin but dust behind/
and thatz the story for yall kats, now his remains is in a ANCIENT SCRIBE//

~REST~IN~PEACE~

Next WEAPON:A Beer Bottle

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