you been preparin ta come back to text, but that set you brought-was-benched/
its apparent you've got no merit, like a threat shot-from-the-french/
caught-the-stench of what you thought-was-death/
turned out it was yourself after i shot-your-chest, now you rot-a-mess/
you shoulda copped-a-vest befor i bought-this-tech that stopped-your-breath/
and dropped your breasts, drenched in sweat when your lungs start going rabid/
blessed? you are dressed like nuns, but im breakin your bad "habits"/
see this faggot isnt actin when hes catchin gasms, beltin it to gay porn/
then braggin to those homo's in Psyke Ward, like Elton did with bull horns/
full born, yet you still struggle with your motor skills/
smoke, it kills, but im more preficient at constricting lungs/
cuz when you heard this one, you choked on emmisions and bit your tongue!/
bitch, your done, stick a whole fork in your charred hide/
the only this you fuckin up is COLES's dork, and his backside/
black eyes, bruised ribs, internal bleeding and a cracked spine/
pretty soon your euthenised, pull the plug now you flat lined!