my hommie and i prison life our style
Magic and tripin like a booya side, knife and a fork, gun and click shoot everybodys dancin
in chains of my hip hop, so im not a Pac neither do Curtis Jackson my name is BlackHole Murdis

The Next day after my friends got repart after one bad try ur pusy've been ripted apart
So better dont come to me, in my cell is everythin' i cannot complete niggaz tryin' to sell
everythin' everythin' to get me out, but its useless, when you have a twohundreds cuts..
not many fucking choses......



Bad huh??? :S if u're gonna coment something bad plz dont just say what do i need to change or somethin' :S