bitch, you ARE an "anthropologist", diggin up the
bones of niggaz i've killed.take they skull out da
ground the bullet holes in they head
i ain't gon' kill you, i'ma beat you severely, and leave
you for dead. nigga you nearly had me beat. then i
found my glock and knew it was pumped.
put some many bullets through ya body, ya limbs, gon'
be stumps. nigga, i'm bigga than the buildings of
donald trump.
take away all your sense of feeling like you just got
chopped up by da fan on the ceiling. send you back to yo pimp
for some "sexual healing". nigga, i keep ya bitch kneelin. (suckin my dick)
my venomous rhymes'll strike, and bite you like a snake.
chop you up, and leave you bleedin like rare steak.
ya flows and rhymin style is fake.
"steak" you out "and shake" (steak and shake...a restauraunt)you lyrically. stopped you dead in yo tracks
and make sob hysterically. if you recover from this merkin
you'll do it miracley.
you couldn't escape if you could "run up walls" (see avatar)
i called you, you shoulda declined, cuz now this chalk are the only lines you got (outlinin a dead persons body for all you dumbasses)