lowered whips and poppin tags
bodies stuffed in duffel bags
opposite of gucci shit Im off the shits
Im lower class
full blast
sawed off blast
all my black is color fast
diving in them bushes with the pistol grip and full mask
full metal jacket and the 44s my caliber
get ready for the massacre
I reave your souls like calibur
I got some blood on my jackets fur
let it freeze in tundra brrr
collect heads like predator
deliver to lucifer to burn
all black
toe tag
low class
so trash
testing my patience
but thats ok though
everybody droppin like a motherfuckin fly ho
whipped on the side of the head thats a K.O.
only name on the tag reads john doe
who could of done this
whats his name?
whats his alibi whats his game?
all the lost souls start their screaming
TUNDRAMANE ITS TUNDRAMANE
told you all its way too late to pull right up into my lane
born through fields of fire and Im left up in these fucking chains
writhing so much back and forth I went and gathered
up this pain
sweepin through your city like a mother fuckin hurricane