White Keys Ft. Ignasty

Comment when you sockin, i'm stoppin a fuckin shotgun.//// ima rocket in these pockets comin back for prophet if you got some./// I'm a danger to an angel, spit venom from every angle and watch you get fuckin strangled./// and I killed Opie, I'm still mopy// pop pills till spines chill and fill minds we're floating./// superman died, I just killed him. Put a couple bullets in my gun before I drilled him./// the symbol of peace weak, easily bought cheap, appeasing a brought week, cheesy as fock free./// sick of the fuckin shit but I'm still spitting and rippin'./// you cant touch my fuckin lyrics if you choose to closely listen./// not that it matters I'm the black mathers ready to crack ladders./// slice with hidden daggers slathered in matter.///