this is called a comeback, make ya'll run track
thrown like gum wrap, me, u alone wit my gun rack
give u some slack, rippin raps like food from ya lunch bag
ya dead, leave ya red like a cunt rag,
im blessed, ya chest, my punchbag, this is a decision
im the one to live, and your the one im killin
my style, like magic, bring stevie back his vision
live against the law, treason means im livin
toe to toe, break ya nose, its the season of givin
givin ya black n blues, attack ya crew wit a double duece
and thats the truth, when i slap ya dudes are fools
and all we see is pools of red,
i do but dont mean hammers the way im gonna tool ya head
Everything's cool ya dead, i'll clean the stains next time i refuel my benz