On the real...im serious about mine..

remember the name..Jihad...RB's new Hitman...yo

Unless I die I testify you will never guess the guy ..
So accurate .. foe maggots get their crest demised
Puff blunts wit cess inside and I’m best when high
Surging’s splurging servants who test my sessions tide
I crept, they cried .. suffering from pain and agony
Got a sweet tooth, woes are just blamed on cavities
I bring the faculty on who claims they tracking thee
It’s ludicrous especially when chambers’ backing me
I’ve trained in mad degrees, bloods soaking in ya pelts
No ammo? Run upon you and choke you witta belt
So sulking wouldn’t help, my provokings the rudest
Tread lightly, or I’ll leave your croaking so prudent
Joking is useless, shells’ exploding so crude, bitch
I’m copping arms larger than the bulk-ness of Brutus
A cult is in movement .. I’m snatching white sheets
Conversing wit bullets and I don’t ration my speech
Laughing at geeks by-standing trying to count ‘em off
Dust you guys .. duck and hide .. you’re bound to fall
Clown them all .. probably get locked in hell for this
Pop a shot, then whole communities dropping Celsius

peace
one