Originally Posted by
J.T.S.
My state of mind was hate and crime til i was born number nine
undertaker of the fakers ten down 30 more in line
to meet the death angel bust shots at off angles
and still hit the target the noisy ranger strangled
like a peeping tom caught by a martial artist mom
thrown off the third floor the body thump landing set off car alarms
stay strapped because where i live is ghetto Vietnam
you say your lady is loyal then why that bitch blow me every time?
i get all the dollars your just left with pennies, nickels, and dimes
so run that skull cap or get your skull cracked battered design
shots flu through the swine i got big nines and gravel-pit lines
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