Ask About Me E

Sock you in the windpipe. Nighty night, go to sleep, get your life right. Damn X, what the fuck? I am intoxicated. Strangulation is my favorite form of meditation. Wild like a mental patient off his medication. Make a DJ bring it back with no hesitation. Do 'em like Rudy Ray Moore with my exploitation. Now let me tell you what you motherfuckers fucking Facing. You better ask about me. Put me on your track, that's robbery. I'ma go hard on God 'til I'm gone, Bitch. X shooting every single thing up on the Target. B-Real calling shots from the cockpit. Step, it's a tar pit. Kill 'em all regardless. I'ma kill 'em 'cause I'm heartless. Trash can motherfuckers, throw 'em in the garbage. I hold my hand like a hostage. Serial killers, niggas hit the stage, they lost it. So pass the fucking joint if you coughing. And every so often, niggas get tired of the Talking. I'm here to have a ball like Kavanaugh. Have a couple beers, I like beer. You better ask about me. Put me on your track, that's robbery. Yes, I'm fucking heartless. I get you bloody then I leave the place Spotless. The red dot is parked up on your Forehead. Click bang and there's more red spilling On the floor. I'ma go ahead and give a Green light. Killing machine like, "X, What the fuck does this mean?", right? I mean it seems like a no-brainer. Pull it to the nugget you contained in my Retainer. Later. You better ask about me. Put me on your track, that's Robbery