My blood G cold, never seen my dad cry. And I'm a bleed your block til the cash dry!
Anyone who ain't family is opposition
I'm the god of war, the resurrector of the horror-core. The carnivore, destroying you wasn't hard at all
My whole persona is vodka bottles and marijuana The hope in Nana was rockin', inspired from my Mama
They say I drink too much... The only problem that I have is that I THINK TOO MUCH!
The half moon on the bank of the river's devotion. That's the stab wound, born from the killer emotion