aight let's begin....

Must I slay another?
They say thou shall not kill
but I can't resist the urge to just let loose steel
you'd betta start preparing, write up ya will
cuz I'm sick as fuck, and you starting to look ill
I can see the fear in you, instilled by hatred
I'ma bout to whoop like that agent offa The Matrix
like steaks on grills, you cooked and done
but still wanna talk shit? I'll put a fuckin' hole in ya tongue
I roll with no one because I'm a bonafide loner
you say your list of friends is long, bitch I gotta longer boner
but I'm tired of speaking, there's nothing more to say
I'm the Clorox you tha dirt, time to fade away...