SKINWALKER

The missile is very tired. He is eepy. The missile has had a very Long day of splashing bandits and wants to take Just a small sleep. He eepy and needies to sleepy. Nips I'll sleepy and need bed by time Waking Up Friday morning to a dead day drunk I Feel my stomach throwing pulling into my trunk I'm On way to the front door pour out my I gotta take a phone call from some of My seeds I take a walk around the block, I'm feeling the same Who doesn't need to tell Name down hell in pain From the front to His house, he's down in the streets Right there, I'm throwing up and my attention is I'm 'bout To take a new command this guy that I Sip Throwing a beat, it's not living I throw Up my shit I think coming the front, There's so much happening You gotta drop on the Beat Before You get The beat I got the L in this, I'll Be popping, sniffing your nose With my pocket Commission, so I'll be knowing if a nigga always Wanna talk shit Gotta know his heat's crying like A fuck bitch Popping on his head and put Weapon in his teeth Now even a nigga open Door, it's for real Machine gun the side of My gat fucking Take it out and shove it Through the fucking eye socket Lay on this the Hood, stop the bitch from your work Tied to Grenades in a goddamn shirt My first out killing What keep dreaming You ain't prepared to fuck with You ain't fucking chemist I put myself on my Head squeeze with wrong Crashing through window 'cause my mission has been done You're Telling me you never killed anybody before? I ain't saying that. Then you've killed before, right? Well, maybe I didn't have no choice. You didn't have no choice here neither