i tuck and pack knives for you fuckin wack guys and stay around hydro like i've just been baptized i'm the fat-size, king shit, sling around my shotgun you got one? i got more, i sing around a lot of em poppin off more than the average citizen messin with some women friends who's aim's better than Minute Men its the return of the kid you missed i bet you pissed, that i found your girl treat her like Tina and hit your bitch i'm sick with this, my sound? con-tagious and you like the 90's Cowboys, how your front's famous i stunt major - my skills speak for themselves couple things happened during Christmas, now yall weaker then Hell i creep where they sell - Black's diseased til deceased so please leave your piece or he'll squeeze at your teeth cause Sunny dont think its right leavin something for Christ that had the coroner sayin "Oh Boy" like It's A Wonderful Life...