ayo...my guns open to blast//
fist breakin ya glass//
picture this//
first nigga ta clash//
war brought in the past/
i bring tech 9's while you bringin fist to a test fight//
i play dirty //my cage full of the death plants
that eve ate in the first class//
i got the type of problems that make death look like a preety picture//
im kill, you just a silly fixture//
tryin to survive all these really mixtures//
of hydro carbon monoxide//
im the urban myth of albert einstien//


what!

death comes to all my niggas....its just how you go out that fucked....