then turned around and fled

in your throat they imbed

steady givin swerve to tha FED

lying in a hospital bed

right next to the shed

Rising up from the dead

Bullets fast to your head

brain mind scars I embed

Pumpin you full of lead

bringin pain of the ancients but 3 fold...

Five, now you've been told

shit u actin kinda bold

gimme a blanket im cold

i think ya brain´s sold


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turn ya back on me, get clapped and lose ya legs...

these rhymes are gettin OLD