Lumberjacks
I never lays low I just creeps the front and peeled back yo truck like it was a p---- cunt w3hat you want I just pumped a lumberjack, put yo ass on yo back and creeped with yo sack. Who's that, that knockn down drag em out kill em, unforgiven cause they say im money driven, bitch stealin 22 while you sleeps, pager beeps lumberjacks meet the creeps.
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