ЕСЛИ ПО-АНГЛИЙСКИ ЧИТАТЬ УМЕЕШЬ, ТО СРАВНИ С ТЕМ, ЧТО ВО ВТОРОМ КУПЛЕТЕ МУДАКА ИЗ КАСТЫ

Call an ambulance, Jamie been shot Word to Kimmy, don't go son, nigga you my mother fucking heart Stay still son, don't move, just think about Keeba She'll be three in January, your young god needs you The ambulance is taking too long Everybody get the fuck back, excuse me bitch, gimme your jack One seven one eight, not with one low battery Damn, blood coming out his mouth, he bleeding badly Nah Jamie, don't start that shit Keep your head up, if you escape hell we getting fucked up When we was eight, we went to bat day to see the Yanks In sixty nine, his father in minds, they rob banks He pointed to the charm on his neck With his last bit of energy left, told me rock it with respect I opened it, seen the god holding his kids Photogenic, tears just burst out my wig Plus he dropped one, oh shit, here comes his old earth With no shoes on, screaming, holding her breasts, with a gown on She fell and then lightly touched his jaw, kissed him Rubbed his hair, turned around the ambulance was there Plus the blue coats, Officer Lough, took it as a joke Weeks ago he strip searched the god and gave him back his coke Bitches yelling, Benny Mann swung on Helen In the back of a cop car, dirty darts are telling But suddenly a chill came through it was weird Felt like my man, was cast out my Heaven now we share Layed on the stretcher, blood on his wallies like ketchup Deep like the full assassination with a sketch of it It can't be, from you, who, to these Second grade humping teachers, about to leave Finally this closed chapter, comes to an end He was announced, pronounced dead, y'all, at twelve ten