This is a song about "Jennifer lombard"

Thoughts of immortality

The good kid from the ugly city

Instead of living this life of violent crime

I shoot you and kill ya homie, with the same damn nine

Feeling, of appealing

Get off a key like i can’t sing

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

Lyrics sound like a spasm, like i'm speaking latin,

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

Part of my heart beat, inside of me

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

And when you're black or latin know they administer aids,

Worldwide, but i got fourth ways, one hat carry like four blades

Of being of always getting wired

Its no days off, although i'm bored to work