b the next to lose ur life, pick ur poison gun or a knife. either way u gon see the light either from laser or from jesus christ. kid so sick yet he so nice. u know im the sh**. sure ya right. me and the gun tight like leggings, get ya head popped like confetti or rice at a wedding. ratchet on my waist, to heavy fa saggin try if u want to, i get the 22, shot thru the coupe, shells burning ya skin like hot soup.doop doop, the sound of the guns from the toops , and shells so big , leave holes in u size of hoola hoops. so i suggest u stop bumpin ya gums, cuz ill get the gats the size of drums , collase ya lungs, and swell ya face like the case of the mumps n***as want to test me, fine by me, u met more than ur match, legacy'
keep it 100 bars runnin,straight f**in gunnin,bound to knock out a lung n
possibly knock of ya f**in , u leakin ruby red, try elz b a pencil filled wit led. get dupeed with the shelz, guard yo f**in health or u rip when u f** wit elz.