the killers back, flowin holdin the mack n u can bet ima threat when the nines intact ready to smoke n shoot, robbin bag the loot,stabbin and laughin at you as you fall crashin to the floor hit wit the 4 4 u aint breathin no more just seein whats in store for fuckin wit a mobster chitowns monster bitch ill stomp ya trick ill stop ya leave a bullet spinnin in ya like a helicopter call the doctor,
the kids to sick spittin shit its ruthless flows so rediculous its,not that im the best just better than the rest u think that your blessed til theres 2 in ya chest fuck stress all i need is a lil sess that killer weed to make me forget about bein in debt yall seein a threat,to the industry tryin to be my kin u aint even a friend of me how can u win when u aint even half on my level mess wit a murderer ya grave dug wit a shovel u claim u a thug til that guns at ya temple fuck an instrumental i can go accapella flow to what i hear and if u think u better than show me somethin queer cuz my rhymes hit ya mind like a slug to the ear