Murderous Lyricist Alyssa Marie

Facebook: Twitter: DL: LYRICS: he said. . it must be hard to be little but every bar I spit is hard to belittle so pardon the shit that I m starting, but he s already brittle his little heart, I got it caught in a pickle crippled, I m carving initials across the middle of it, scarred with a riddle whittled inside of it, that his mind will never solve in ti br, br,