Texty:
Small Arms Dealer

You gave me a heart attack. and i tried to give it back. but you were on to me. when you met my father. he was in a coffin. now you better find one for

It must've been nice to fight with knives. to really find out what it's like to be alive. must've been a sight, all the horrors of life in the blink

Forget what i know. remember years ago. a savior by stereo. the one that saved my life. blind to what i've got. use the eyes that time forgot. find that

I'll be right here for a little while. captive to the kiss of the bathroom tile. it doesn't even cramp my style. i'm back at it again. over and over

You don't understand what i'm saying to you. but you pretend that you do. i don't find that reasonable in a modern society. we've got a lack of communication

I've got my heart, they can have the rest. they'll never get what's inside my chest. because that's where i keep you. i made an oath i don't intend to

Those shots don't drop, bone, no, no If I could teach the world to be a thug like me Everybody thuggin' in heaven eternally Everyday the world goes round and round I see it's a small

can't change the way you think But I can put my arms around you That's just part of the deal That's the way I feel I put my arms around you I stand

no rapper's nutsac yo I stay focused Beefin without skills seekin will only weaken The artist speakin over beats and, you be cheatin Cacaphony of small