A few in ya chest, blood seeps in ya vest/
Snatch ya bird out ya nest, a**ign verbs to eat ya flesh/
Yes, surpress ya text, leave ya brain wrecked/
Bless my pen and hex ya pets, claim my hitman cheque/
Ease the pain? nope, Freeze ya frame? dope!/
Feed ya strain with bleedin chains...heres the rope/
On lookers are grieving dames, i cant be be tamed...damn, i love this game....
hahahahah text iz fun...prefer the booth though