STARTING HIS DEATH

im Dyin-to-Spit you down to the grave cuz my heart's 'Cold-to-Death'//
ill tear the 'lungs' out ya body and 'hand' them to you, juss so you can 'Hold-ya-Breath'//

HEATING THINGS UP

but i aint Done-Yet call the bet an im'a re-veal tha 'Real-Me'//
i enjoy rippin peoples 'Skin' off they body's an 'Wearing' them juss so they can 'Feel-Me'//

ITS ALL OVER NOW

i got this 'Cat' scared worse than if he was gettin chased by an '100 pound pitbull', this rhyme just caused ya fate//
cuz u just got merked harder than u did wit Young Playa and Dom-N8 //

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