Ill Decay your verbal Cortex-
Saw off you torso and leave you spinin in a Vortex-

I want more Blood , so lets kill this HOR next-
I got a collection HORS knecks in my ice chest-

Im Blessed-
Maybe Im next-money, crime, sex.

Im a Disaster causer, crip creepa, mind sweepa-
huntin for ya soul deepa & deepa-

Spit vengense through ya speaka-

I would kill you, but I got no where to keep Ya.