cross
• Written by kingreaper66662
Was he stressing you, wasn’t fucking you right
Stop sign eyes, cross-hairs on a sight/
Is spittin to a gathering lookin like a criss cross
Sent to earth to poke catholics in the ass with saws
Kidnap a dt, tie his ass to a cross
Hold up, i used to run powers and draws
The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.
Posters on the wall, posted on my balls
Now your mind is in a state of Criss cross
Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts
I'm ready to hit 'em with this gift
That's why i cross the street. not 'cause i'm racist
Ima lay it down and have myself a taste
Cross left cross right, now dribble down the paint
Woah there, woah there But that's not my cross to bear.
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kingreaper66662
Member since December 5 2019