ur body inflamed .. smoke comin off ur attire//
barelly noticed ur frame...shit!...im no joke wit a lighter//
this boys a fighter hes resistin the fires flame//
hes soon ta expire ...his voice cry'n wit pain//
beggin the lord for a drop of rain..or even a slight wind//
burnin flesh makes me gringe.. his skin bubbled on the right of his chin//
police passed tha scene came back an got sick//
what he seen was toxic..vommit reached his lip//
grabbed his gut tha stinch smashed his spleen//
lookin at a fiend that got fucked up wit a bic an sum gas-o-line...

.....next weapon is a pencil.....