The Ballad of Mangled Homeboys - Pungent Stench

Homeboys are hanging around in the streets

High on crack

Talking bout pussies and the walls are daubed

With their names

None of the gang realized the approaching black car

Bodies are falling and human flesh is riddled with holes

Agonizing scores — the sidewalk is covered with bowels

A bullet blows off a homeboy’s lower-jaw

Distributes the teeth on the floor — his head is raw

While he bleeds to death he pulls the trigger of his piece

Mowing down his enemies just like rotten trees

Homeboys are lying around in the streets

Mangled and dead

Their pussies are weeping and the walls are daubed

With their brains