i pick up the pen and paper
which'll automatically put men in danger
sentence written intended to repent for sins relentlessly endlessly
spent on drunk cunts dumb fuck hungover sluts
in chicago, murder's like brotherly love, smudging the blood
snuffed and stuffed, yea lifes a little ruff
never bluff or brag shit, but i do enough to manage
i got axes, hatchets, matches, ratchet sets, plastic sets of daggers and napkins
i think im ready let me set these deadly weapons up in the truck
your times up and your luck
has run out, no need to pull a gun out that takes the fun out
of killin, chillin, feelin chills spill thru the buildin
dumb faggot gimme those sunglasses
why would you put whiteout on it, who would want it, tell me who run it
just another victim of that music, that movement, cant call it rap music cus its just that stupid........................ fuckin snap music
yeah you crank that while i shank that and take back
whats rightfully mine, bout friggin time
look at this kid he's out of his mind!