The Witness Skit by Twisted Insane Lyrics

*Ice cream truck jingle*
*Car pulls up, "Black Magic" playing, car door opens*

Yeah, see that this is twenty-five to life, homie
Cover ya face, nigga, it's broad daylight

*Rings doorbell*

-Ya here sumn'? [That bitch killed?]
-Coming! Sarah, I cannot believe you, or I'll be

*LOUD gunshot*