will they kill me measuring black suit cases
walking in blood clot crying embracing faces
you say no body is listen crack fiening
people to take a hit but they spit leaving
deaf scrubbing come off poles full metal jacket full of holes
wearing nothing in the rain but a blade of grass engulf john does
killing pleasure for fucking wit my hoes
sickle cain harvest style hope you got a recipe a macy's re seat
worms sneak under feet you march to hendrix beats
she smell sweet rolled up in a sheet sleep
in tonka truck trunk spike crow bar in pussy
looking into her eye i love watch people die
watch you from a far wit the cleans hair cuts
kinda fly why because you though i was a sucker
a punk as mother fucker because you was stealing my nut from
splaterring rubber coming impregnanted fiction
my deals missing so i'm whisper having you strain to listen
thumb print on jugular cat burgular for drops call
it's not over peter slicing right ear so you can't call back up
cuban mafia hack you up old war saw bathroom sceen
i'm deem king bum rushing in nostrils because you need oxygen
you can't win in god you trust but you just felt
his gust

psalms 18

who ever provokes me to anger threaten their own life
not this is drama like a pack of against drunk driving mamas