A TIRE IRON YOU CANT BE SERIOUS
FUCK IT WATCH ME RIP..

spit flames at your gas tank..pullin a rival prank...
pull ya rank....benificiary your chick...so when you die i hit the bank..
cut ya brakes...still ya rims.....cut the tree down on your tims..
face clap you wit a tire iron.....ear lobes closed so you cant hear the siren...
ammunition ajust from the rapid firein.....imprint on ya forehead...
naw drop it on ya throat...like a draw bridge wire cut above a moat.....


what niccahs


new weapon is 44 calibur exstended clip modified scope riffle....holla

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BOSTON LYRICIST