use a razor slice through the jugular blood spurtin,ur body hurtin death certain,hang ur neck over the bath splatterin on the curtain
drain the fluid from ur remains after i'd beaten ur brains,to a pulp this aint fiction,all this started off in the kitchen
shootin ur mouf off insultin me,regrettin it now naive didnt know what the result wud be,i pulled the plug on yo life homie,talkin shit now u no longer see
another punk deceased,may be my enemy but rest in peace