One for the Butcher Knife '93

Meet my ittle friend hos name is m16 i got the butcher knife to cut ur fuckin heart out for kicks im on a killin spree like the nigger named mason right around ur grave kid is where il b dancin the cha cha u tryed to flex and i shot ya ten to the head now ur mother fuckin brain dead mayor mooded me mad clips i got more rubber in my glock than artifshal hips so now ur dead kid 'cause ya fuckin bed kid every time i shot u in your mother fuckin head kid when u call my suisidal hotline I'll tell u to blow ur fuckin brains out with a tec nine blowin up ur ips is something i premote so light up an m80 and shove it down ur fuckin throught the rougher the more u suffer im your musia