perra

Want a piece of me, my peace of mind
Come take by force, my arms will resort
It pays to be divine, I'll have you resigned
Reports' too cheap, my discourse will prove you can't afford
A day with me, will cost your life & then some
You don't want me to touch you with my weapons
Showing off to your friends, huh? It stuns how you're dumb
You're done. Not IMF. You know zilch about funds
Not dealing with digital is like playing with ones
You're a sellout just a bitch with guns
It isn't hard to figure, any nigger
Can reach out & pull the trigger
I don't need to act black and quiver
I'll strike you hard as whisper
Disappear into the night of winter
Any trace will break as a splinter
Just a cold case for another ugly face
Just a disgrace who needed to be put in its place
I'm the device of The Holy Death in disguise
Maybe you should think twice before you choose to be wise