yo people .. this bitch can't write more than 10 lines i still go with my 16 .. show you no mercy bitch

me and the grim reaper are grieving, this kid still isnt dead?
looks like i misfired, like your parents did in their bed
should've used condoms, but now im "Bumping" the mistake they made
caskets laid, put you in your grave, assasinating figures like "J-F-K"
my rhymes are ventriliquists, they're pulling your strings "madly" with "skills"
blood spills, on the real, this kid alone helps advertise "birth pills"
i owned you since day one, call me a birth mark, incisions made to your-heart
Like E-T, its a trag-e-dy happ-en-ing, when this "bitch" "dearly-depart"
smith-n-wess blessing-deaths and blowing-heads straight off the-neck
make you a legend like sleepy hollow, cause youll be "riding" without a "head"
Bill cosby was comedy, not to excite you, but youre "just-a-joke"
you stay on the shelf, repeating yourself, like a "record"-i-"broke"
lyrics are artistic like van gogh, one blow making you see a "starry-night"
ive been playing with my food, but "stealing candy from babies" is more-of-a-fight
like the US even when im cold its hot, but people "freeze" when you drop a track
Leave you minimal like nudists, shit is predictable like fat kids and asthma attacks