Scena.2 maratona fudbalske mame

Hand on the Bible, gotta hide though From the 5-0, shut your piehole

Get your eyes stole, ain't no industry devil ever killin' my soul

I'll be the belligerent militant until I die, yo

Be like 88, Bobby smash, 10 to bounties I'm a master at mastering several mountains

Hit the pitch with the bed weave 'til she can't breathe