Bringing the heat without mercy

Burn baby byrne. Like the tops of cylinders with no purpose. You don't shake my being any more than you frighten the bullshit from the taco stands. But that is not for me to say. Suits....float......write. Simplistic tragedies and forced fevered egos. Words. Suck it. Last night at Wendy's. 'member them shits? Well, forget it. And then times that shit by two. Bullet casings are more memorable if you find them on a walk to the grocery store. Kicking field goals won't win you nothin'...cept three points. Mark it and seal it with a B. Bitch.