Blood on My Timbs

Got blood on my timbs i could bleed through a step

Foot brick the law would impede on respect put a lean on

Your flesh i accept my lost i could bleed through a death theres

A life where i wept tear through the establishments where the marriages

Of curiosity and armories is a gathering intrigue many cycles of youth

Eyes in front i squeeze steel for better reasons why i do grind

Till my gears switch funerals fuel my entitlements since my little

Ones pout and puff i go cu cu for the coco in my butters ber land

A con can struct timba thunder ac it ain't cool when the d c comical

Like a prayer nigga knees weak and i'm living on it

Bon Jovi so take my hand I put the x on your

Future till you become the exponent and you know it