Not in a mood to play
Shit can get a lot worse, these are my first thoughts. Johnny Walker, this is my third shot and I don't stop 'til the shots heard, pops for blocks, got the Mossberg cocked, couple choppers, two Glocks, a 2Pac shirt, doctors, and boxers dropped. Lookin' awkward as I walk into Oxford
All I do is spray, spew the hate while I fuel the flames. Who to blame for my screwed-up brain? You could say, in VLR, I'm A-human A-to-the-K