Someone dig him a hurst, I'm sure you wanna be made dead
Line 6 of that verse, half you time you dont make sense
Your right bro winning IS cold, So i'ma do - it
Your lines are so short they could be rapped to 2 - step
You musta wanted a death-wish because i wish-death
Your fucking the same sexes but the bitch aint split yet
Man i'm ruckin you out, we'll see if your cunnin down south
When i pull your legs inside out via your throat for runnin ya mouth