Got a suicidle problem.my problem solver my revolver.my mommy wants m in Therapy i dont involve her.cuz im wicked like to kick it like no other jaa$$$$ my brother i kno u heard of um.we like to hustle .make the police wanna dust.so fuckem said i d die but wickedshit neverdie
Comin strait from the cradle to the graveyall..n motherfuckers ill never b ur slave yall. I pak a gat..nthats For realtho but c imnice with my hands plus these fukin steel toes
Pop goes the weasle shotgun blastid.hole in my head funeral closed casket,deadbody layin on mybathroom.floor,so i dont gotta deal with the pain no more.dun
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