play time is over, u shoulda neva crossed da line
u gon die anyway, so gimme ya shyt fo what chu grind
drop-bombs so horrifyin, i'll let u live if u sucked my dick
lived fo free 5 mins by chokin on it, so sorry but 'throat-slit'
just to let u know u aint beatin me, thats what u dream
wen i tear u up dawg, u'd call me to be a teacher cuz dats what u'll need
laugh at cha ass for thinkin dumb by battlin again
u suppose to be deceased, i have people made holes fo diggin in
ima lyrikal disaster, blow ya face u'd need plastic
that wouldn't work, u'd be fuck faced for life wen i Deep scrape it
i think i did ehh arite but whatever...