watin in the shadows, this nigga wanted to battle//
step to me I kill beef like I raise cattle//
unprepair, no sign of anything//
last sight, was the alley on Kimberly//
pulled the 23, but heard sirens in the back//
saw sum old grocieres and emptied the sack//
u been trap, pull the bag over ya whole face//
wat fate? hold u there until u suffacate//
lay u down, choke the last breath outta u//
on the news, ya whole grill turned black and blue//

....... staple gun

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