Songtexte SPECIAL DEATH - TUNDRAMANE

Fuck twelve
Raising hell
Seventh circle vibin
When Im riding with my shooters
You dont want no smoke and I can tell
By the look up on your face
You never learned the hard way
Fuckin with the wrong one
The tec is jumpin with a spray
All black
Murder case
Masked up
No face
Creepin thru the darkest dungeon
Dissapear without a trace
Blood up in the streets
Youll never get your fuckin peace
Pull it back and now its thumpin
Like the hammer on the piece
Flippin the bodies
Big guns
Hope ya fast
You better run
Mane I gave you till the count of three
I do it just for fun
Hell is freezin over and its
Tundra with the cold mane
Send you down below
A special death for fuckin with my name
Fuck an opp
Tundra drop em with a clop
Shuttin down the fuckin shop
If ya wanna take a shot
Make it hot