Testi:
Point Blank After I Die

Blank rest in peace Put me to sleep, Blank rest in peace Put me to sleep, Blank rest in peace Put me to sleep, Blank rest in peace After I die gonna

] When I hear ass backwards bastards Basting beats with wack words And blasphemous tactics I die inside Like Cyanide Silence I'd rather hear I hold this

in the corn fields after this every town knows that Eso rocks up and pumps the merry-go-round smoke. I love boobs they cushion my hands I love dogs so much I

] Yo, I rip shit with the ballistic characteristics Of a hollow tip at point blank distance I flip shit when I spit shit Father forgive Bis, I just snatched

days When I'd take the mic and leave rappers amazed No matter how large, whether gold or platinum I take my microphone and point the shit right at them And after I

crunk, we crunk... [Big Gipp] Gipp economy is strange in the meaning, lookin street Even (?) for no team, I swing dissipainted lines Stroke after them, apple martinis I live kosher, I

at point blank range And watch 'em radiate Runnin' out of ammunition I'm done wit' em You ask me how I did 'em I let the rhythm hit 'em I push a power

ayto (Nah!), point blank will open yea face, (Nah) Till I'm white like a baked patatoe And I'm not new at this, I'm on the jet, but aint nothing change

People say I'm crazy 'cause I go with a cow's leg Don't run up - 'cause I kick like Bruce I wanna and I'm gonna trade heads with a moose Ganksta N-I-P