its getting turned into a war not a battle
your mom is a whore you hit the floor, 1 bullet
straight to the head you dropped
time stopped as i pulled the trigga
damn he shot you nigga
thats what all you boys said while you lay there unconcience, bullet in the head
you were pronounced dead at the scene
i was on a killin spree
maybe its just me but i think that you have been told
lay your body out in the bitter cold