Laughing at the picture painted out with the words
Crystal glasseswe mash on them jealous bastards
Artillery weak with guns
Guess they ran out of options
But i dont carry guns
Hold it..now thank you for silence
I ain't used to it, she got that hot love
Tranquilizer guns fertilizing these soiled ones
We got dat guns and flow
No, just put us on death row
Not caring for lives, only profit and guns
But this ain't physics or rocket science
Piece of art that i painted
I'm back on my sixty six six shit
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