Halloween bloodbath 2 instrament
• Written by Youngocto
One two fuck you cause your screwed.
Three four I am coming for you.
Five six I be getting bricks get to my turf I hit you with a brick like debo
Friday I turn to a thirteen you never want to fuck with ever again.
Seven eight ,stay up late I will kill you will you sleeping I am not niece like
Santa I turn krampus on you ass shoot up you block like a white boy
Shoots up a campus .
Nine ten you bitch is mine if I think she is fine I am getting a dime ever hour
I turn intruders into sour milk.
One two Fuck I got my eyes glued on who comes on my turf.
Three four I make my hustle over flow it be pouring
I take his old lady if her old man is snoring .
Five six I am stick To my turf like gum on a hot summer day
Seven eight your ass is not late to be killed if you stepped on my turf
Or we gone to have a turf ware I sore up higher
Nine ten I been righ to kill any one on my turf it's bout to be a turf war
No guns bring one one my turf you a pussy.
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Youngocto
Member since April 7 2016