yo, Death aint sure, he's just curious george
but its a furious gorge, about to leave serious warts
i know in ur dreams at night, the kel haunts you
i guess BlackDeath is fitting, since nobody wants u
Wen i punch, all u see is bleedin, a red head
Cuz i'll leave the DB to rest on his Death Bed
a Peasant a farmer, wat ur spittin is pitiful,wageless
its like a life crisis the way ur stuck in the middle ages