Catastraphy Or just a sad mess
when I rip hen mic out of ya hand and push it through ya chest
Relocate ya ribs, you couldn't rock baby cribs
The only way you'd be tight to death is if quer cloths caused sids
Sorry kid I'll feed you to the crock with bibs
You a rapper ? Now you shouldn't tell fibs
All liars go to hell or a least get burned
I know your Ill now, I'm so sick I mad your tomach turn

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I live to die and
Destance my self to Feel
My life is an oxymoran
Like a suicide Pill