Originally Posted by masked-villian
i here ya slandering me ya need a muzzle a pull ya apart and let ya fall all over the place like a jig saw puzzle, homie is trouble he like snitchin' but i'll shoot his arms off like a short sleeve polo now ya bitchin' im just tryin to silence this lamb b4 i have to sacrifice this man he think im playin but that 45 smith & wesson a tell em im not playin' when his organs scatter like showers on the weather channel but he warm like a flannel & im cold like this handle i leave his head on a mandle & stick in some candles now get this through head ya shoulda stopped WHILE YA PUNK ASS WAS AHEAD now ya dead ya stinkin now slanderin' me i think not now u some where hot like JOHN CONSTANTINE YA PICKED THE WRONG SPOT heaven i think not you in that place for eternity homie.