i guess you can't even afford a good record, isn't that the truth blunt//
shit, I never smelt so much pussy since I was free-ballin' in your girl's loose cunt//
so why would you step to us, we’re really not the ones to come to when you feel you got somethin' to prove//
this must be premeditated suicide, but I guess he wasn't bluffin', he’s gonna go through with it too//

Likin this punch
if your wrists weren’t so weak I would’ve suggested a 22 for you to use//
it was comical the way he was confessin’ hysterically, now he wants to end his life lyrically//
seriously, you initiated this shit thinkin’ La Familia would come out a head and then spit so carelessly//
listen, you’re in a internet clique that’s composed of two chicks//
son, if you have back then now is a good time to run and get behind it//
cause with all that E your spine couldn’t possibly be strong enough//
just like we were comparin’ dicks, your intellect just can’t last long enough//

Good shit metaphysical one...Uppin The B.R.E for this one