illunatic, u like da dick, battle me bitch, ya need some stiches, in yo head, coz u gon be dead
u be lucky if u survive, coz u rlly sopposed to die, we in da rain lookin eye to eye
its a show down, i punch u in dda face so now u slow down, then i hit u again so fall dow
and u in da corner sobbing and i got da nyne inchin to hit cha, as i point this gun to your head
u see yo whole life pass ya, but soon your dead, i figure out this cat aint human his blood aint red
fuck da death bed, no one come to yo funeral, yo ass is stuck in a fuckin body bag
now i spit this ryme with insane percision, making sure every detail is a accurte vision
this invision of u being dead is haunting u for life, buts its a roll of a dice
its called life and it aint nice coz these punches are hittin wit no fists,
but with spits, and lists of ways you gon end up deceased, its silent now...i can hear da breeze