Bust'N Flows with time to set ya ass on fire/Given ya
Gun shots/and people are handing out flyas/wondering what the hell just happend to ya ass/Detectives only found traces of your finger prints on ya dirty matresses/Tracking down the nigga that killed ya/Finding clues and items along the way/Guess what im selling images of me killing you on E-Bay/Now your family has just forgotten you/what to do?/just give it up already/Everbody hates you!/Three chances were as like "the third time is the charm"/Tear off one of ya body parts/Then beat you down with your torn arm/blood dripping from ya lip cuz you didnt feel this/im smaking you so hard you can feel it in ya ligamints!/Is this a hint?!/you cant rap shut your mouth/take a breath mint then go ahead and head down south/Cuz dawg you dont belong here!/everbody already knows that u were just a queer!/now your fucking apearing in the headlines of "rapid City" newspaper!/it saying "Fake Rapper found dead in miss. River!"/Now your dead nobody cares who you are/ in fact god kicked you out of heaven cuz u never got to far/Sent ya ass to hell/you wondering "how the hell did i end up in a place like this!"/making silly qoutes in your mind and ended up being satans little bitch!/