every crew left u behind cuz u became a pro at pain when u got locked in da slammer//
so i'll make this battle pleasant and whip out the torture dildos and the strap on hammer//
only blood shed u seen was pussy residue left on tampons//
and on the "plump pistols" that u used to sit and get ya jam on//
you'll get burnt wit da heater leavin u hot and sweaty like a wet dream//
then gettin more ice dumped on u than a winnin football team//
see me on da free way..u slam on da brakes, brite lite shows u where in life u been//
scream mayday...the slugs aimed at ya gas tank, now i ya chest open like drinkin a bottle of hen//(hennesey)



aight ya go