these inmates are my power to shower the fellas in hell
door knockin sellin these pills with a contract for sellin ya soul
the devils my silent partner may as well go to hell when you're old
and crippled, disfigured and discarded so far that
you can't recognize your face or even your own farther
further and further away till you grab a steel bar and
grip it so tight and wait for the next mother fucker to start ya
decapitate his head and then move onto his car and
drive to his house and look for his kids and his part-ner
tell him he's gone and he’s at the airport departure
and that he's sick of his life, “sianara Marsha”
Another quick spit, tell me what ya think
