topical shit
You're quick to rise, when to die in action
if you supply the actin', I'll lie in fashion- if asked if
you fell down like the brim of your hats been
pull you to the pavement, a victim of traction
one less subtraction, check it, I got the math then
call me the next rapping assassin
1 bloody knife, left near Crystal Lake now
subtracts one less life being have to given the take down
I turn, killing sprees into Philly cheese
leave you guilty, jeez, like "silly me"
it's wrestling evolved into world war one
confessing, I turn whores into more corpses son
I had OJ propped up, Bill Gates shot up
digging Pac up, shit Manson, I'm a monsta
The Murder Scene; the killer, you never heard of me?
a measly menace, pulling arms out assertively
Now I leave you paralyzed, suddenly when ya bones hit
quick to leave you homeless, and then your chrome splits
Bones chip, when you're dead- before you was just homesick
Your face white- brother, like "The Jonas"
The deceased get a lease, so rest in peace
techs tested sweet, after I deaded the beef
Like BIG, Gimme The Loot, I grab the semi and shoot
you ready for food? I'll leave you like Heavy-D, dude
The old me's dead and gone- JT said it best
so, if my inside's are broken, then just let it rest