Dreams of being so hood
I heard some wiggers talking shit about
me and my our crew
so now I have to take em out
after some weed and som brew
rally up my peeps
to go over and show em whos man
we dont crawl or creep
we roll up in a van
started lickin of shots
everybody was running
my soul start to rot
as I stand there gunning
down my enemies
couse if they mess with us
theyre underdogs like flees
we dont want no peace
dodged behind the hood
reloaded my gat
hit the wood
!boom! what the hell was that!?
they throwing their liqour
turning vodka in to bombs
but I was the quicker
threw back they molotovs
took out eight with one
now the last one is laying still
this is just a game son
I told him just chill
cocked my shit back
and put my knee on his chest
put the fofo to his sack
i Aint givin this fool no rest
Pain Pain Pain
is king in this land
Game Fame framed
I put my head in the sand
Lame names Reign
Its too easy to bang
Insane prayin man
Its still all krang
bara på skoj asså..
*sluta spela mangas!*
I was surrounded by powerful entitys of angelic emergence
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