wit a strong punch we open da door cant take much moor smoke in the air blazin the hair one sacrifice on the floor 9 moor to go nothin wrong with me but i gots to murda deep in the soul where the evil grows stone cold blowin the smoke on a roll in a killer mode murdering methodical time prince cant say till a nigga pay hatred in my eyes burning anger bastard sword afro whats the word let the bodies hit the floor in the nightmarish mere feeding my hate consumed by fear
the cool free dude or whateer died way harder. much like father, he went to jail
7Angel7Vasquez7 1 year ago
7Angel7Vasquez7 3 years ago
for the sluaghterer my nig
7Angel7Vasquez7 3 years ago