twenty four street battles to earn that real respect
twenty three handshakes, from freshly battered vets
twenty two jabs to the twenty fourths egotistical neck
twenty one rounds of jack, but havent been poisoned yet
twenty minutes with sway and tech, best believe I'll catch wreck
nineteen bitches to break in my mattress
eighteen condoms, and one fat bitch
seventeen seconds till sixteen backs in
fifteen hours, and nothings been accomplished
fourteen murders, in which I was the witness and accomplice
thirteen stabs, till I embed you with blade deposits
twelve pints of blood, to throw on some lazy doctors
eleven cars to pick, and a suitcase in a locker
ten living in this house, I won't go down alone
jumped on top of everyone, and compounded fractured bones
nine got caught up in the confusion
eight o'clock, I woke up, had a day left, but didn't use it
seven cans of beer drank, as I write down my entire dream
six minutes left, I can feel death looming over me
five it's going black, momma pray for me
all the sudden, I dropped, but still had three minutes....three......damn

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