MH81 didnt leave no weapon,
so its to this shit that I'll have to step in'

I chose my own technique of killin,
I'll use the pipe stystem to leave ur veins spillin,
collect all the remains in a cardboard coffin,
Burry the body, keep the blood, it's all or nuffin,

I'll boil the red till it turns into maroon clots,
Hand it to ur mother as black pudding and laugh not knoin where her son rots,

C, when i start to kill you, i do it slowly,
like im making love to my one and only,

except this time i a preformed an insision,
transplanted a pipe and tap with perfect presision,

Drained ur body till ur skin turned green then blue,
lookin bruised as ur veins pop like bean-sprout stew,

I got u suffering, dying eventually, ur imune stystem buffering,
Till ur pupils swell into two little pennies,

Ur only 13, and u died before mid twenties,
Part of another figure,

The number's gettin bigger and the kiddies r gettin younger,
ask MJ (Micheal Jacko) he knows how it is,

He raped u and threw ur body to the cots,
thats why when I found ya, ur dick was sore and shrivvled in knots,

But you was proud sayin u just fucked a white-black man till he couldnt stand,
Dude, now u underground layin with his spendings on ur hand,

How does it feal to be double butchered?
Make ur mind up, was he white, black or multi-cultured?

Was his dick brown and his anal ruptured?
Did you take his scarey head to ur dick and watch his changing nose?

Scream out his sisters name as ur cum flows?

Goodbye Mad Hatter,
U lived to die in this tittle-tatter,

Next time leave a weapon and I wont have a go at'cha



- - - next weapon an envolope

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