yo i pull more hammers back then carpenters, and dont test my heart cuz ill have em tryna restart yours// And you aint gotta find me ima find you, leave the hole in your chest big enough for midgets to climb through// And then my next shell is headed for your man (native), and my mission wont be finished untill i reunite you wit your fam// thas jus what type of shit that im on, when i got this chrome in my palm, i feel like the reaper cuz when it touches you, your gone//Ya mindz deception cant see that ypur staring into the heart of perfection//where there standz a man named karlos chillin there flexin//

Yo i got yo back