IT'S Dark Smith - Drama That

It's Smith

Anybody, anybody, anybody want that, get it, get offended
Ain't no point in talking cause they ass, a never listen
They Don't really care until somebody, come up missing to they face on the news,

Now they Wanna show forgiveness
I done really split a motherfucker down the middle
I can sew her ass up and play ass like a fiddle
I don't think you get the riddle
I'm a psycho but official
I get on your ass, guarantee I ain't gonna miss you
So many weapons Of how i can torture you,
Im a twisted demonic,im not from this region,
I kill for the fun,cause i love when they run,
Pull out Ya tongue,then i set it on fire,don't see nothing brighter,
So pass me a lighter

It's Smith

Written by:
Chuck Wadlington

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