Dfwm

Don't fuck with me my Glock I squeeze

I pop the heat I talk they scream

I walk they flee I got the C.R.E.A.M

I knock I swing you drop you bleed

Don't fuck with me my Glock I squeeze

I pop the heat I talk they scream

I walk they flee I got the C.R.E.A.M

I knock I swing you drop you bleed

I rap circles 'round- these circus clowns

With surface sounds from circumstances

Serpents are now certain now- deserted found