J LeJend/
sprayed eleven/
bitches with guns who Lay dead With/
8 reverends/
coz whose idea was it to Gate heaven?/ Gated community with Saint Blessins/ Break in there, and do drive by's on dead relatives/ drinking a drink made with the same stuff you make bread with(yeast)/ Drunk Driving, my tough skin aint shed yet/ I only emerge on Friday 13th from the bottom of the lake bed, biiiiiitttch