yo im the grim reaper i took my last breath while i was killin death ill slice ya throat wid my axe i lay back in the hood like i should but the only hood you seeing is the one on your coat i think you better leave this battle before you choke your just a fckin joke you aint nothin compared to me im a lyrical g i might b a thug but u been step on more times then a bug nigga your that wossy with a nine ich pussy ill crumble you like my cookie cream wake up understand your lifes a dream
your meltin in the sun you betta leave im bout to hit and run