S70

Yoyo its s70 going with the flow dont fuck with us were like a magical u.f.o coz were the bustas with the rymes not the customers looking for hienz thats how we like to do our time sorry I gotta go and get low for the day I shoot off a fucking catapult my hands are gunna be fine yeye no salt its not my fault were just the s70...were the mean machine with loads of different teams were your worst motherfucking nightmare bitch were in your dreams it aint a fairytale with delicious fruity creams all over the world will be tying you up in your closet and stealing your girls we dont listen to the law hes just a raw prick, will be making your eyes twirl and licking more clits we role like a goaly goal sold and unfold to the bold fuckers lost in the cloudy mist tryna use there fist to kill more dicks for bright gold prices man will cut your head open in four slices and tick it off our kill list burn your wrist give it a big twist coz its like I said were the s70 with words that rip!