IRC-Galleria

Now I see that motherfuckin' writin' on the wall
When you see, J-3-T,
Thirty deep, he's down to brawl
Fuck all haters I see,
'Cause I hate that you breathe,
I see you duck,
You little punk,
You little fucking disease,
I got H.U. tatted on the front of my arms,
Boulevard, brass knuckles in the back of the car,
'Cause we drunk drive Cadillacs - we never go far,
But when you see us, motherfuckers,
Better know who we are