so many sour and selfish hustlers by nature you might see me sell fish then be out there all hopeless and helpless drifting like winds
free killa sin I holder my square in the garden j.t.s. know performing live at Madison
coma state for your Huddleston gun on repeat like ghosts one the only God of war bandwagon riders hate the encore better than jiggas
horrific sights to picture a killer gorilla lizard
tail knocks building over yougins feeling older
think of me fuck a no limit soldier