I throw ur cd like a frisbie at ur face
Now ur blood is spillin, its all that u can taste
I break the next one in 2 and cut apart u limbs
U close ur eyes in darkness as the lights begin to dim
Ur cd's wack, i break so many on the street it pops tires
U drove over it to fast, no more DEK81 admirers
Theres none now anyway, so I'll ur kill ur mom w/ ur track
Oh wait u already killed, when she licked ur nasty sack
-KeMy$t

next weapon - nitequil or however u spell it the cold medicine stuff