Hatesrats (F...a snitch pt.2)

[Hatesrats™]

The canary bird in a cage
locked from rage
until the news on the front page
"local man admits he's involed in crime"
admit's his past craft for a shortend time
Subliminal mine
Problem waiting to solve em'
9mm or semi revolve em'
"F...a snitch"
Die slow
Big mouth with a stretched anus
Locked in a hole with a broom stick engraved name in
Passed around by all the inamtes
In snitch soup "Ramen"
The tossed salad dressing toppin'
The protected custody with penalty penis entery and head bobbin'
That's a hoe-life
have fun being a snitch-dorm wife
Born a man
Dead a Rat the lowest fuck
Form...of life
That's a word never to be broken
Silence
Trust is worth more than any money or guidence token...
Defience
Is punishable by Death
Hatesrats is a name spelled once with a threat
If you give you take bet's
Try both you make debts
A chance to enhance your sure fire romance
With a dirt inhance
To my face
Just once you lose
I may be wearing blue's
Still dwelling in your heart and your mental point of view's
Visions of you
locked in your room without
faith to resume
life


The death of a former friend caled trust....
Fucked by a well known enemy gang of decepit and envy
Twisted my goal's and sent me
Uptown
The fastlife end's in backstab's
And downtown


"Imagine a fucked bird spit shinning a dick
daily. That's a fucken stool pigeon named ******....""

Dedicated to punkass bitch named....