J WILL
THE PROBLEM

I'll butter your gutter / close the shutter/
while i murder your mother plus your brother/ so would of i could of / see my reflection in death personified my words are murder weapons/ I cause more pain then a blatter effection/ i'll do to u like osamin binladen did on 911/HIT YOU WITH EVERYTHING like its no Tomorrow fuck up your chest and send you to heaven to meet Ray Charles/ and trust me nigga i aint goin to feel sorrow/ i'll borrow your glock cuz i got a whole lot of Enemies/ but if u lay figure on me u goin to get Assassinated like John F. Kennedy/