A word to this boy x ecution,da shit you write down's text abusin/ ya just amusin, ya best keep movin, cause ya quest is losin/

Sick a shit dudes in fitted hat's squeal, thinkin that's real/
Well i'm spitten wat cat's feel, u in a prison eaten ya last meal/

while you walkin to da electric chair, when I spit, tensions flare/
u thinkin that da prison, u hektik there,think u hectic where.../

u gotta watch ya behind, where you get sent for sellin 133 dimes/
and see times, in the slammer wit no freetime/

where peops hang in slipnots or, get in from gettin convicted for/
doin da crypwalk, ya know u ain't tha hangman, u da prisoner/

so fuck tha r.i.p. list, u've whatch as i beat this/
n.y.p.d. bitch, and melted all his guns till his heater is heatless/