Sicily, that means ya never killin me, no chillin me, my bodies already frozen,
cuz my brain is so cold that its holdin from explodin
ya rhymes are molded to fit around my scheme,
if i never wrote a verse your ending is just a broken dream,
smoke some green, and just think about what you mean,
put it to reality, doesnt make sense to me,
never stoppin me phisically or lyrically, im so close to your decease
that you can hear me breathe, feed the need,
you said yourself your shit was sloppy, rap aint sloppy
and if it is your actin kinda naughty, your minds what im haunting
ever since you started taunting, and flaunting that your the best
listen to xariuss, already said you failed the test, so i'll just reflect,
your not a man, boy or child, your less, get decked every time you try to flex
now you've met ya hex, already killed you cashed checks,
now i do it for the mess