Twist Master Ink(C)

By MP   

Welcome to America

Blowin l live

A splitting swisher
Lots of love lost
That I've gotten bigger
Pissed off
I had to pull the trigger
And toast high
Blowing live
Close between a 4'5
Every second
Somebody dies
Too far away to hear the cries
No wonder the people high
Every night's
Drive by
Strains the eyes
No more hope inside
Who cares?
You're tried
Life ain't fair
I don't want to be here
Sherm dipped
Getting hard on sticks
Might as well trip
Hopin this will be over quick
Knowing I'm not missing this
Bust when feeling it
Pour out some krys
Blow til belligerent

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