aint no mo games played and aint no time to talk/
cut yo fucking skin off and dump yo body in salt/
I aint the type to kill you fast I like to see a nigga suffer/
like going over yo face a million times with a buffer/
or I might cut cha, just useing a butter knife/
that shit aint even sharp you'll be screaming just take my life/
at the end of the night like Pac said die slow/
somebody will find you the next day with a rope around yo throat/