187 on a hoe
Pulling the trigger, I let that jawn blow
Pull out the blade and I'm slitting your throat
Head on the concrete, I'm stomping your skull
Turn on the news, rest in peace to John Doe
Messing with me put you six feet below
And I'll murk off your family, I'll murk off your hoe
Please do not test my patience, I'm feeling morose

187 (x8)