Im claiming what is rightfully-mine, call it "ill-will' I still-kill while I "spitefully-rhyme"
concise-with-my-lines, decisive-in crime, I step right-by you two as im designing-my-shrine
think-twice before you pick-fights and waste-people's-time, I've been "patiently-waiting" to leave you "chasing-behind'
sputterin' enraged hate, Im on an "A-Salt-Mission", packin' "salt in your wounds" for the sake of pain's infliction
wes always precise like 'Nostradamus predictions", fuck submission ill beat little old faggots like you beyond "death' conviction"