VICTIM - Vigor

Stop fibbin

You kiddin?

You snitchin simpin bitchin

I’m the witness of your bullshit

You tool head

Red like a bull head

Finna snipe you scared

Pull of with the fed

Make sure we squared

Now your the victim dead

Defaced

I put a mace through your face

End your race no trace or case

A bullet ain’t my fuckin taste

Strap me down tight

Mama won’t kiss me goodnight

Time to make flight

Sock me up cause I will bite

I’m on my way to hell boys

My heart ain’t dwell boys

I got a problem with it oh well I think I fell boys

Fell for your love

Cause your love is my disease

Can’t get rid of your smell

I guess I better fucking sneeze

Acho