My baby is a 45
she feels cool in my hand
their gonna listen to me
and obey my commands
She will get them to open the tills
my swag bags hurriedly they fill
then a couple from her voice will ring out
into the ceiling as I shout, stay down
Got my gun, don't want to loose it
I love the kick when I use it
I care for life like I care for me
I am a low life **** with no dignity
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Nov 14, 2013
Nov 14, 2013 at 2:05 PM UTC
My baby is a 45
she feels cool in my hand
their gonna listen to me
and obey my commands
She will get them to open the tills
my swag bags hurriedly they fill
then a couple from her voice will ring out
into the ceiling as I shout, stay down
Got my gun, don't want to loose it
I love the kick when I use it
I care for life like I care for me
I am a low life **** with no dignity
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
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