I stick with my fam,
those who got my back
better than any chiropract.
These are crazy fools that
keep it real and crude.
We cum like glue
and stick together
like gum to shoes.
We’re intense with flows
of dense molasses
to clog arteries
and murk the masses
Out to heist jewels
and ready to cause disaster,
blasting first
and asking questions after.
We hover over your rotting cadaver.
‘Cause our craft kills
with vibrating waves of thrills,
that flood the streets of every burrow.
piercing hearts
and hits the spine like an epidural.
Feel these endorphins
flooding your brain to
morph the pain
that’s keeping you awake.