Poem 6
Check what the muthafuckin’ record just said, man.
Slip to the books chump, betta find another can.
Killin’ muthafuckas just tryin’ a throw a juice, man?
Spreadin’ to the head blast, record for the devils’ can.
Kiss, cut, cry, kill; muthafuckin’ bullet fill.
Dabble death, trigger will, betta shot, betta kill.
Muthafuckin’ asshole, betta chill the fuck show.
Never know the time of day, bullet finds its own way.