Full Magazine
I will put a tag on a toe for a bag
of do I'm a psycho silly mother fucker
that wants to put you in a coma you
better be a killer man you are about to be
a goner bitch I am really dangerous I just
bust loads you must lick chodes but what
if I pick the glock up I will shoot your whole damn block up put up your guard and I will
shoot up the fence I will destroy your self confidence an if a bitch has got a problem I am probably going to shoot them in the face and erase you there is not a God damn thing you could say or do so just siphon out my goo
when triggers are flickering it will be something to see bitches are sickening trying to fuck with me so quickly it will be over so wickedly that there will be no forgiven thee honestly man I ran a funeral service murdering many men that are worthless an I feel like I found my purpose I am going harder than a fat bitch on a treadmill I shoot to kill cause I am ill I am a really big deal with an ego ideal so fuck how ya feel I am gripping the steel bitch I got that full magazine for real
All I have seen is blood shed
9 to the head 9 more dead man I am really wasted an I got away so clean cause I hit a mother fucker with a full magazine
an now the cops are on the scene
Waving an automatic
smoking a ton of chronic running
past you
like my name was Sonic I will be
the best
that ever did it hit it and quit it I
am really feeling good like a villain
should hood goes crazy when I pass
hoes saying there goes that white
masked man driving that white
minivan without windows bumping
Tech a Nina up in the arena I be geeked
up off of that Tina snorting that Christina drinking a margarita showing off my
Peter people always treating me like I
came in last place like I am a basket
case from outer space with a disfigured
face boy you want to battle then ya better
get ready to wrestle everybody has got problems & you're nothing special really
fat bitch cops think I'm truly nuts when they're the ones that I see deep throating donuts everybody acts like an HOE fuck
the gloves and the mask tell them it was me bitches be asking me why do you got a full magazine bitches are first to die when I get upon the scene these bitches be sayin'
he's sick in the brain had a lot of cocaine an none of his bullets remain that fuckin'
guy's insane
You don't want to look into the mind
of a psycho full of ammo & an MO
you're a dumb dyke hoe and I will chop ya
from out of the window I will drop ya so
fuck a copper bitch I will pop ya better
believe that my full magazine will stop ya
I'll never be caught in the act I murder everybody that is a fact I'm full packed
fully stacked an I'm ready the hate is
getting pretty heavy open your mind cause
I'm deadly like that could've been fireworks could've been a gat I'm a really cold cat I be running like I'm on that skat an I will lay you out flat with a knife or a gun or a bat I know where you're at an you're history you're a bitch to me ya better prepare for permanent injury special delivery from my artillery acting so wickedly getting the job done viciously with a handgun everybody else is on one bullshit I take none I got a full magazine so you better run so your machete you're dead to me already I'm deathly like Jason and Freddy ya better bring the cavalry because a lot of serial killers I envy
2017 Breezy LLC
of do I'm a psycho silly mother fucker
that wants to put you in a coma you
better be a killer man you are about to be
a goner bitch I am really dangerous I just
bust loads you must lick chodes but what
if I pick the glock up I will shoot your whole damn block up put up your guard and I will
shoot up the fence I will destroy your self confidence an if a bitch has got a problem I am probably going to shoot them in the face and erase you there is not a God damn thing you could say or do so just siphon out my goo
when triggers are flickering it will be something to see bitches are sickening trying to fuck with me so quickly it will be over so wickedly that there will be no forgiven thee honestly man I ran a funeral service murdering many men that are worthless an I feel like I found my purpose I am going harder than a fat bitch on a treadmill I shoot to kill cause I am ill I am a really big deal with an ego ideal so fuck how ya feel I am gripping the steel bitch I got that full magazine for real
All I have seen is blood shed
9 to the head 9 more dead man I am really wasted an I got away so clean cause I hit a mother fucker with a full magazine
an now the cops are on the scene
Waving an automatic
smoking a ton of chronic running
past you
like my name was Sonic I will be
the best
that ever did it hit it and quit it I
am really feeling good like a villain
should hood goes crazy when I pass
hoes saying there goes that white
masked man driving that white
minivan without windows bumping
Tech a Nina up in the arena I be geeked
up off of that Tina snorting that Christina drinking a margarita showing off my
Peter people always treating me like I
came in last place like I am a basket
case from outer space with a disfigured
face boy you want to battle then ya better
get ready to wrestle everybody has got problems & you're nothing special really
fat bitch cops think I'm truly nuts when they're the ones that I see deep throating donuts everybody acts like an HOE fuck
the gloves and the mask tell them it was me bitches be asking me why do you got a full magazine bitches are first to die when I get upon the scene these bitches be sayin'
he's sick in the brain had a lot of cocaine an none of his bullets remain that fuckin'
guy's insane
You don't want to look into the mind
of a psycho full of ammo & an MO
you're a dumb dyke hoe and I will chop ya
from out of the window I will drop ya so
fuck a copper bitch I will pop ya better
believe that my full magazine will stop ya
I'll never be caught in the act I murder everybody that is a fact I'm full packed
fully stacked an I'm ready the hate is
getting pretty heavy open your mind cause
I'm deadly like that could've been fireworks could've been a gat I'm a really cold cat I be running like I'm on that skat an I will lay you out flat with a knife or a gun or a bat I know where you're at an you're history you're a bitch to me ya better prepare for permanent injury special delivery from my artillery acting so wickedly getting the job done viciously with a handgun everybody else is on one bullshit I take none I got a full magazine so you better run so your machete you're dead to me already I'm deathly like Jason and Freddy ya better bring the cavalry because a lot of serial killers I envy
2017 Breezy LLC
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