Bad ass.
you made a fortune, being a paid informent, now an days your rapped and tortured, chianed inside a sacret place we duck taped your face and four skin,
i fucken hate you with a passion, im’a rape you with a hatchet,skin slabb’s out your back then make a jacket,
im a savege with new tattoos, rat and it your last move, thats when you get lassewd and draged into a black room,
will cut your fucken lips off, then who you gonna snitch on, a bitch gone wrong will get her clit robbed by 10 dogs, and stripped raw,
then posted on the internet, while smoken a cigeret, exposing what the snitches get,we aint gonna quit untell its finish with, is all about the shit you did, so liston if your snitch then witness splinters in you clitoris,
its pay back you wanna get your face smashed you wanna get both legs snaped and brains splat, go a head and play rat, and say crap that isnt none of your motha fucken bees wax, you noy a real police man so stop before your teath tap
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