Picture every bar eending with
shyt perfect
Who else in a hurry to mirk.

We kill girls, rape em', bury the skirts.

Imagine me wake up 7:30 for work.

I'd rather run the streets, 7:30 with work.

But met this knucklehead, thought he want a order
Came and asked me stop pitching to his daughter!?

Serious? This man can't be.

Be glad I'm not in her damn panties.

Got a damn handy.

How you going to ever ask stop Cam's candy.

I'ma sell to anybody in your damn family.

Your Uncle Tom, your Aunt Tammy, ya Grandmammy.

Your right hand man Randy. Understand me?
In Atlanta I got an outlandish land piece and a matching Land
Desert-colored: Sandy
