master of anger

I I hate critics all they are, are ticks am I giving them stress ahhh, that's nice cause you don't know who you messed with I gave up being nice this s is enough I'm going to make you eat your e.d.m's like wheat cause you couldn't handle the streets when the police are on your back the gangster life ain't something to play with fuck this I'm the master of anger hang you with latter gather your hatters and wake the others cause I'll burn you all big b big body boys be like forty mile ploys bigger they get the lighter they hit getting the hors and digging their holes I'm morbidly mad but I can't lie I got 24 caret gold like twenty four caret modes fixing the war of ages like blood of the bangers hit you with that Tanger alibamer go back to taper go back to Cuba go back to yoruba cause your future I'm the master of anger