yo it’s happening again:
kept strapped in a van
these gangsta’s are grin-
ning, thinking their sinning is winning
“with him, we can will his daddy for ransom to grant us a milli.”
i’m thinking you silly b-tches will pay in a minute…
i don’t give two f-cks about getting out this sh-t living…
crossing a bridge a mile up
a sea of fog around us
f-ck it, i’m wound up:
i strike and bite the driver’s neck like a viper
two guys beside me whip me back with nines – ugh!
but it’s too late to save the crashing ride – ugh!
we drop, disappear and get lost in time – ugh!