Its a
body bag
game,
Bloody mess
an extended clip
pierced
through
a faulty vest,
A chalk
outline
48 rounds
laid around
a lifeless body
laid to rest,
Redrum
redrum
in the streets
they call it a 9-1,
Fully unloaded
made his
ass
do a
flip,
Its like a
sawed-off
12 gauge,
He did
too much
dirt
now
his ass
had to
eat
his own
shit
cuz he
ain't
a man
of his
word,
Robbed
cheated
and stole
from
the meek,
All alone
came to find out
his ass
was a bitch,
execution style
and looked him
dead
in
the eyes,
It was
just like
a drive by
and lifeless
was the
stare
in his
eyes,
two
to the
dome
now the
nigga
headed
home,
hell on earth
it was
a lost
soul
with
a lost
cause,
Murdered
in cold
blood,
All the
dirt
he
did
he
was
given
1 bullet
and had
to
handle
business,
2 witnesses
to make sure
that niggas
lights
went
out,
Karma
come quick
when it
became
a bloody
mess,
The first time
made
him
sick
but
after
the 4th
or 5th
it became
2nd nature
to
him,
There was
no
hesitation
when
he
unloaded
a clip,
So many
shots
made his
ass
do a
double
back flip,
He had
to pay
the ultimate
price
for being
a snitch,
Point blank range
brain matter
came out
like
an eternal
flame,
He
wasn't
the first
and
won't be
the last,
He
played
with fire
so had to
feel
a gangsters
wrath,
It rang
out
just like
the streets
had to
clap,
Got
away
with
it
more
than
once,
Took
his
breath
away
from
running
his
mouth,
Redrum
redrum
when a
bitch made
nigga
crosses
the line
there ain't
no place
for him
to hide
or run,
See you
on
the
other side
cuz
the story's
over
and done...
©jgrayzer
©jgrayzer33
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