hmm, i dunno, i couldnt catch the rhythm to this piece and some of the bars just didnt rhymne

All kinds of narcotics designed for the market//
Crushed white at a price only the rich can afford it//

I looked twice at the morgue and said, “I'll never be there”//
In this world full of pussies, I'll forever be feared//


nice concept but verbally this needs a little work.