Im wild and always ready to fight
Im calm and quiet like the night
I dont talk or conversate much
speak on me that's it. Im closing
your casket. send traggic news
to the family. I'll make you dissappear
and its not magic. I have no
knowlrdge of fear. I just dont care
Im like Vincent Cole, of the Irish Mafia
It's evident im cold in sin. Rockin' a shamrock
on my torso representin' Detroit. twisted
mind states we grind for the cake.
we already here yor time is late.
Its my Irish blood speakin'
try this. your last super will
be this evening. I'm tweaking
Thursday, December 6, 2007