Creepypasta#330

Slide Murder motha fucka Catch a vibe Hide Everybody talkin Til it's time Die Time after time Time of my life Time on my side Ready to ride Itchin to kill Fiend for that bloodshed Found em in the tool shed Man I wonder who next Talkin bout it In a group text Me Satan 85 Sicc That's real Rollin a body Like rollin a blunt Hiding my drugs And my guns Up her cunt Why he go pull a publicity stunt Why he go missin Like nobody want Fuck All these Pussy rappers Fuck All these fake ass gangsters Fuck Everyone who I said I wouldn't Everyone who said I couldn't I'm circling your house Around midnight Fuck nigga I can tell you bout war I can tell you bout hate I can tell you bout more Jus remember Watchu said Cuz you gon die for it Jus remember Who you crossed Cuz you gon lie In the dirt for it I can find a gravesite Like a used needle I can really show you Why they call me 2Evil Couple different guns Cuzzo got that dessert Eagle If your life a movie then You ain't gettin no sequel Kill em and I cut em Put a pussy in the river Never made a threat that I Wouldn't fuckin deliver Everybody down cuz Ima murder any witness Creepin on a come up With a motha fuckin Quickness You get this This is a feeing that Nobody wants This is a page from A story that haunts Better be ready And willin to Leave all your feelins And emotions behind Fuck em I spray I don't pray I'm never concerned With takin a life How in the fuck Could I care When all of you Constantly come After mine All of the time Does it feel right to be Out all Alone with the Moon and my Breathing Corroding your mind Because it feels right to be Standing above you Watching your soul Leavin your eyes Sorry to say but You've run out of time Now go ahead and Deliver a message to Satan Tell him that Steve-O the creep is Arriving with plenty of Liquor and oceans of hatred