Virus killa 11

This a Nightmare on elm street Come with a knife make loose your

Heartbeat Slice you in neck stab you in the chest put you in a

coma or a coffin. Without stopping until your body starts dropping

Blood coming out his mouth while he's coughing

sittin their like a joker than start laughing then chain his ass up than

start attacking. The clock is ticking he's hoping and praying

No angels just demons Time like these he wishes he was

dreaming. From hell were the pots be steaming, praying to god that

he wont leave him laying in the dark about to explore hell like

Louis and Clark gonna put him in a fucking tank filled with tiger

sharks. Torture is what he deserves all the bad things he's done

this would only be a lesson learned. He went the wrong path

and took the wrong turn, Now forever his soul is gonna scream and

burn. He is a devils puppet/ devils prostitute He's a bitch listening

to what the devil wants to say He never been the type to change

his wannabe thuggish ways. Life is like a game you gotta roll the

dice one wrong move you might pay the price, You aint from the

hood you from Candyland Hope ponokio ends up dead in the sand