dawg u say u skilled n ya betta be, cuz ill leave ya wit the death penalty// leave ya wit htousand gashes, covered in battery acid// tear ya back open n rip out ya spinal cord, beat u with it till u cant ryme no more// leave ya on the street bloody, rip down ya stomic n ya guts hangin out ya tummy// i dun believe in peace, thats why so much of these gats get squeezed// watch a bich bleed, aint feelin no mercy// but this shit is warin off i need another perk G// but no need for the gat if ya got the tech, juss leave ur carcass a bloody reck// i coz ya body harm, leave ya wit a only a fragment of each arm// in a house of drugs id be the first to OD, cant slow down thers no need to do slowly//

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HOLSTER