He's not showing.
December 25th
Run in ya house unwrapping presents like "these gifts are for me"
I blow with the gun, pole on your tongue, this is your Christmas story
I do damage with new ammo, rapid fire leave dudes rattled
My guns bark - they bruise marrow, your guns barc - they lose battles
Cant hide - bullets break down walls, doors, you appear & I melt you
Funny, I'm dropping everything to see you without clearing my schedule
Bullets paint a masterpiece, a live body diminishes nothing
Firm hands over your nose & mouth for 8 mins, I call it the finishing touches
Heard you sell drugs, with the desert eagle I'm getting to him
I pull up with weight on the line that's a machine assist at the gym
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Too Rich IRL to Be Here. I'm Out.

Last edited by Aero; 01-04-2018 at 09:44 AM.
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