I`ll strangle you with you blood vessels surrounding your tissues, come to your funeral to do it again and make it officail,
I know whats on the menu but you don`t want beef with me, I`ll come with you to prison so I can beat your ass legally,
They find it inconclusive, although they found your spinal fluid and enough of you brains to fit in a glue stick,
This situation getting a little dramatic, you posting whack flows, with your weak newbie tactics,
When we come through it`s similar to Hiroshima and Nagasaki, You heard now see if you can stop me,
I like to use food in my rhyme scheme, so think about my shotgun turning your kidneys into collard greens,
I`m devoting my time proportions to scorching your organs,
I`m all about cremation and holocaustal events, I`ll give you a vest to test your lyrical defense,
I mold my gats with crystals, similar to World War I so gentlemen hold your pistol`s,
I see you, coming through with your new shoes, you can get two through your FUBU,
My gun is never in the truck it`s always on my waist, and if I was to go to the car it`s to run-over your face, they know you dead cuz your eyes are closed or maybe it`s just those 4 to 5 holes thats consuming the space.