Here:

When 13th 'reigns', I'll leave you to dry, after the storm to cope;
I'll send you up shit's creek, stuck, without any oars of hope;
This fuckin hoe'll be vexed when I unload with the techs;
Cause the blast'll leave a big ass fuckin 'O' on ya chest;
Your bow's seeking a movment, I'm leavin you ruined;
And I don't need a 'gun' to kill you at the 'speed of a bullet';
Cut your chest, reach in, and proceed to clutch your breath;
Then I'll groom your 'hair of a chance' with a 'brush of death';
You got 'showered' in slugs, now I'ma end it with 'flurries';
By puttin '22' to your 'chest' just like 'Emmit Smith' 'jersys';
Chow on your 'food for thought', but I'm 'deseasin the plate';
Just cause we're 'Artificial Intelligence', don't mean that we're 'fake';
Fuck you........;

P.e.a.c.e.