Crack and Pill went up the hill to fetch a pail of slaughter,
Crack fell left, Pill just slipped face first in muddy water.
Crack smokes pipes, Pills a hype, someone's perfect daughter,
when they reached the top there's a pop, pop, pop, yah Crack he shot her.
He needed the money...
Copyright © Brian Davey | Year Posted 2016
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