You kiz-ill the vibe. You just high from the twiz-ill. Learned to flip the door with the money we've got. The blocks stay hot, getting knocked it's on. Till one by one, we were gone.
Subway sparks after dark.
It's a suicide. I shoot the gift cop. Find John at the strip spot Juggling three who all know to keep their lips locked. I don't get got. Fuck the floss.