Guns In The House Poem by killed killa

yall don't want to test the west I will role up in your hood with a bulletproof vest with a fully automatic pointed to your chest. damn you don't want to step in this race because I will come out first let my ak47 burst, I will get my glock and run up on your block I am going to shoot at your house you are going to get down like a little mouse I will be aiming at your bum with a goddamn machine gun. when you see me come you better run because I am down to pull out my gun