Guns kill, blood spills, you don’t wanna find out
My butterfly knife is open, I rip your mind out
Slice and dice you like an apple, bones crackle
pop you like the top on Snapple, as ur trapped in shackles
Hit you with shrapnel, fuck you for sparking beef
Detonator is your ignition, so go and start ya jeep
My hearts the street, you don’t wanna test this commissioner
I kidnap ya bitch, lock her up, u get to missin her
But theres no hope, its just straight obliteration
Package her in a crate to third world nations
As your waitin for her to return your calls and text messages
But she aint answering, man, Its all just vexed presages
The foreboding signs are so evidently evident
Shes basically dead and eventually heaven sent
But theres evidence or her being sent down to hell
And you found her bloated body, drowned in a well