Monte Ss Lowlander

Popped him in his jet, he hit the ground, Made a loud sound. Catch him in the chest, laid to rest on A pile of mess. My blood is pumping hard, I'm kinda crazy for that. Right hand reaching in his pocket, looking for His gun. Him on his body, got some foreign on person In the lobby, so can I hit hit him, He's not moving, no more. So then I grab a pack of OGs. On your heart and on my nose is feeling Like my mind's a prison. Passing on a five-hundred and thirty-five, He's getting dizzy. Push the looking through like I Was on some static. Then he tried to get his kitty out his Throat. Make some white behind him, hurting my Demeanor. I'm just waiting even though I know the Level man is on his knees. That's from the know I leave his brain flooded. Blood is open, I was waiting on the floor, The rain got to the window. I had hit him, at him, he's just sitting On his chest. I'm just checking for the rest. In my car, in my parking, sitting in jail. In my car, in my parking, parking In jail. In my car, in my parking, sitting In my car, in my parking, parking in jail.