I let the nine sing a song to ya flesh//
When ya collar was wet, I put gauze on ya neck, prolonging ya death//
I’m untouchable, bustin you, like I’m in an armored car fully armed with a bomb and a tek//
Dissolving ya text//
you ain’t a lyricist ya couldn’t win this shit//
If you finished with a sentence as intricate as the chemical description of physical stimulants//
Faggot, I’ma bring the death with it’s rattle//
It’s evident, that the worst choice was that
I could be nice, but i prefer to get personal with you//
you owe puff's child support, cuz all ya kids were birthed in a tissue//
I admit it i murdered speedy, you can give away the clues//
I treated him like i'm mapfinder,showed him the quickest way to 'lose'//