Collaboration

Micheal
Roy Gama
Words of Anthrax
&
The War Torn Poet


Set off blasting these serial killers
Creeping an Cripping up and down our blocks
Bet we got Straps
We bought out da backs my homies Lacks
Demons lurking the nights
Preying on your Souls like thieves in the night
You'll be tucked in praying tonight
Creeping On The Wrong Blocks...