And here comes number thirteen, Mr. Alt
Coming from the 3 point line right now
Oh, shit, that nigga's dead (Oh my f*cking god)
He keep talkin' out his neck
He gon' meet that fuckin' "AHHHH"
We gon' kick in your door
One, two, three, and four
You gon' hear that "RAHHHH"
Murder what she wrote
Saw him in the scope, I'm bouta RAHHHH
Front page of the post
He ain't get a note, that nigga died
Knock up at your door