ok fuck it im getting tired of u bytches\\cutcha heads off an leave it in da kitchen\\
let chu bleed , slam ur remains in a river to rot\2 months lata yah neva found, soon tha police see yah floatin bye u stop\\i pause 4 a loud ass thump of my fist against yah spinal cord\\as i twist it out an dig threw the meat wit my chainsaw\\ it'll be just like a car reck\\wasting the ambulaces gas 4 last yah breath \\u a surprise in da box dat comes out real strong\\when i spring u open i shoot"cha to da instrumental of my song\\i chopp the rest of yah body parts up an put"em in a bagg\\beside chu jpoll in a ragg\\this is sick to much blood an murder\\to days of hidin tha evedience sum tha cops neva herd of//im quick to tell yah imma letchu know// if this is an easy win den this .com is a dirrty hoe//my introduction to yah death as the cop question to were u last left// i said i dunno it was 1 pm in da afta noon soon u dissappeared i neva would have guest//im da final an second in line\\betta my back im am the key witness to a murder crime// stinky breath bitch..........they"ll neva know where i putta far away in eastern canada in a ditch// u an"t no wildfire//barley a mild fire//no question about imma killa 4 higher//u well on da otha hand had bad life//it all start bad when u mad me mad, an i pulled out tha knife//..........then well sumbody had to die right\\