I'm gona rip SaRe one more time like I popped your dome..
I'll have your mom callin "Sa...Re please come home"..
She won't find you, your like a mut on your last leg..
I see your chockin on a dick, this may be your last gag..
I'll blast you to the dome without a gun that's handy..
Theres really no gun needed, this guys sweeter than candy..
Don't respond, just sit back and save that last rhyme..
I'll have your ass like Tupac, and this is blast time..
Your found dead, a bullet to the head and your window red..
I'll make you famous, like thd Don, a horse head in you bed..