holla at ur boy tha nine's cocked baretta aimed at ur dome
uzi da doozey dont fuck wit me u get dead by tha crome
life aint all about violence and hate love does exist
like tha love i hav for tha girl u thought loved you, but life is a bitch
it would be best for you to kill urself mak my job lil bit easier
i'm tha death reeper killin dem fags u say u not but ur girl dont believe ya
and thats sad over a month u shudda fucked or sumpthin
u spendin all ur bread on a bitch aparently for nuthin
pussy da bitch set tha battle up elements dont mix with soul
u tha type of dude to put crisco in ur hair to make ur hair glo