Posted March 13 | Leave a Comment
No money mid-transit No bullets in the greedy gun. music is my canvas and notes are my medium Weaving through traffic Im a two armed bandit Brand it on my chest and see if the world can handle it. Ill fry your game like vegetables Ill fry your brain like celestial extraterrestials committing incestual sexual activities with sexually active individuals. Were all trained criminals. Attack you on such small levels, its subliminal collaterall damage never minimal Ill never… read more