[COLOR=Red]you came psyched and hyped//
with a knife to a gun fight//
and got snyped//
i attempted to blast you 9 times like 50//
but you moved swiftly//
6 bullets went whistling by your nose//
but you couldnt dodge the last 3 blows//
when i thought i took your life i quickly left sight before a witness shows//
24 hours later//
im readin the paper//
and whos on the cover? its that hater//
hes on breathing machines in a incubator//
so i rushed to the hospital//
as fast as possible//
sign in as a visitor, heated as hell to your room i darted//
to finally finish what i started//
found your room and bursted in//
ready to dissperse a sin//
punched your doctor and made his head spin//
look at you and you said "im surrenderin"//
its to late for that//
i drew the gat//
the murda weapon was a silenced nine//
then i gave you the last 6 of the nine//
right to your spine//
and watch your vitals turn to a straight line//
then the cops kick the door down to the room//
im high as fuck after popin a shroom//
so i get on a broom//
then i jump out the 7TH story balcony//
there i go its out with me//
and im about to be//
another suicide victim//
but to my luck as if i was predictin//
that i was gona escape my conviction//
theres a mattres van at the end of my leap//
out of some luck i fall in the back of the truck in a mattres heap//
and the story ends a i fall asleep//[/COLOR]

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THE TRUTH IS I'M BETTER THAN YOU