Death Arrives..
You're fired.. lonely (crewless) Like firemen on their way without hoes
Stabbed his cup holders and said he murders coast to coast
Begging to get in my crew.. Face it.. You got cut
Next time you spit a tryout.. Keep your mouth shut
Save the wackness.. Like Christian prison inmates
Yeah your skill level is going up, Like Heavens sin rates
Now I don't mean to be cold and I dont mean to be blunt
But you must be made by Wonka.. Because you're a chewable runt
I hate to be cold but the truth is you're pathetic
Saying you miss the crew and love me?..
..Not even Visa is giving you credit
After I make you famous you'll be put in the celeb morgue
Like Aisle 5 says.. Fall the fuck back..
..Like droppings of spinal chords
Death Leaves with a haunted mark..
aka Your 11th L..
