Originally Posted by
Mantra
Tommy gun holder my grip stronger than a decaying corpse odor
Or a skunks pop the trunk like Yellawolf
Machine gun dumps like breakups
Spots we shake up like salt mills in the vault approach with caution or get concrete sketched with chalk
After your battered like fish blood flows like piss no more bars Mantra goes out in a blaze before the cuffs on the wrists
Light a emcee like a spliff while his bitch fiends for a lick she loves to blow pops
Like ODB there's no father to my style bitch