Aight check it

Punches hit to the chest make your lungs collapse like Twin Towers//
Slicin your guts open and let your organs "hang loose", my regards, heres some flowers//

Im stompin this beef like door steps, no do you consider it squashed//
Put your dome in soapy water so you can say your thoughts were brain washed//

My 9's cocked, Ill leave your arteries like junk email, thrown out and then blocked//
Ill leave eggs in your chest and foamin at the mouth so you can say I left you "shell shocked"//

Cut your throat wit "graphite", no traces of what "lead to your death"//
Im leavin you "short ranged" like fat girls singin in choir, all out of breath//

Ill put the heat to your head and leave you wit 3rd degree burns//
punchin your jaw so far back that when you talk your teeth turns//