i'ma juss key up a storm... goin from my last sentence...

gunz cocked-n-loaded, watch the shot-get-pulled-kid, ya popped-n-got-hit...
the pain-is-collosal, your ideas are played like ya brainz-is-fossilz, drain-da-nozzle, send a message of ya life in rap n I've slain-da-bottle... Like lemmings walkin 2 death you stay-n-follow, Scarz givin ya full warnin like the Day-of-Apostles....
after the gunz ya heard-me-crank, threw a bucket of shit on the prisoner n left him w/ Dirty-Shanks...
I'm burglurous, oh so murderous, think you can herb-w/-this? you get Smoked by Herds-of-clips from the Gatz-I-Pull...
Crack-ya-skull, put Back-ya-whole image-of-winnin, diminish-ya-linnon, so I can start Flayin-Ya-Skin..
I'm sprayin-the-sin, like puttin anthrax-in-mace, then-smacked-the-taste out-ya-mouf, so raw I'll even Bout-Ya-Spouse...
like Liquor Stores goin bankrupt ya Barz-spent, must've got a job as Corroner cuz by checkin in, ya Signed A Death Warrant