Sulking down ya street with a hunting knife
Angles cry on this haunting night, I come for life
as you sit on your porch thinking nothing's right
From ya front bushes I toss a rock in the opposite direction
You turn, then I come and twist ya neck top into sections
Tsu Surf lock pick the door like *eeeeeeeeeerrr*
Mom turns the corner & my glock pops in her melon
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