Shooter Poem by Phatier Green

Not really carrin' bout the consiquence.
I'm livin' 4 2day n 2day only.
I'm focused on the present tence.
This sensation flowin' through me
like a deseace.
Pow, Pow! ! ! !
Like that ur deceased
Increasin' my power.
The shots get louder.
I'ma young 'G' kid known 2
turn niggahz in 2 powder.
Get ready 4 dis acid shower
as ur skin burns away.
i make u disapear
decay.
They call me da faker slayer
n i ride by wavin at all u wanna beez
n haters.
I thought I told u....IMA SHOOTER! ! ! !