if the gun pop...it'll drop ya dome...
no rims.. but the metal like spining chromes...
im like the landlord... the way i get in homes...
like masterbation... i'll wait till u can get it alone...
run up on him like cheap material an let the hawk rip he's clothes...
smash he's hand with the hammer before he can get he's phone...
pour gas on he's face an spark so he's spit can maybe-hot...
like bannd games.. you dont wanna play me not...
cuz i'll squeez 21 in he's stomach like rabbies shots....
the kid hot now.... fuck what the game is saying...
ran like iraq-y kids... young with alot of spit when the ak is spraying...
fish-fi-ly ya grill... and have ya mama fill with jessus when her heart start praying...
but you know what im saying.. alot of new cats style to me got-old...
so i blast they spot and leave'em open like a pot-hole...
then smash they face and leave ya jaw-Broken like they dont got doe...
but i got those.. hollows... ripp'in ya apart..,
...so ruthless the pastor wounder if he GOT-SOUL...