Aight check it

You "dead on arrival" like premature babies wit distorted lungs//
"Torture ya mouth" like drownin your windpipe in saliva and hung from a tongue//

Collapse your life like broken lungs rip your veins out until no blood remain//
Infill red dot aimed to split ya thoughts and shatter your brain splittin ya crane//

You get "whats cumin to you" like playmates in bed, sex in thread//
Like Sean Paul, watch bullets stick to your brain like glue leavin you dead//

Saliva cloggin ya windpipe, like mixin wit spit, you choked//
Ill leave ya jaw like a Tampon period, bloody and swollen, then broke//

Pass you a L to the left of ya seven makin you meet the number two//
Duckin, like ya crew leader bein called out for slips, not comin through//

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