My blood G cold, never seen my dad cry. And I'm a bleed your block til the cash dry!
I'm a warrior, I went into jail for the drama. I'm the story of the terrorist cell of Osama
I talk alot about death so I should do it soon... Maybe under the cold breeze of a bluish moon
Lucifer is God in the public school system
Anyone who ain't family is opposition
The half moon on the bank of the river's devotion. That's the stab wound, born from the killer emotion