round my way, dey call me "Da Grim Reaper" & now it'z time i claim ur soul//
in order 2 escalate 2 da next level in diz game, u gotta pay diz toll//
u can't match up wit me lyrically on ne level//
already u got 1 foot in ur grave, here u should take diz shovel//
when u spit nobody can hear ya cuz u mumble//
ur soft as a chocolate chip cookie unda pressura ur quick 2 crumble//
ur just anotha casualty & i'm a killa bee on da swarm moving swiftly//
i'm stingin u wit poisonous & very deadly rhymes dat'll put u on ur bacc very quickly