like byrd said
life's nothin' but a wind parade
tryna serenade
the streets of the ghetto
pack a pistol
everywhere i go i show
up ******* ready for war
true soldier made for the scold
once i sense fear
Ya know they gone fold bold
game is to be told not sold
groupies ******* get old
brothers hate when they see ya on a cash roll it written on scrolls
hands all.over me like im a celebrity
im feelin' hell death around the corner
soon to be a gonna
pictures of me and a closed caskets
those heartless *******
dont know i mastered
the game  warcraft its a crime shame
ill be dead in the flesh and alive in spirit
coming back reincarnated
then my enemies get cremated
from.my fire and brimstones
enticin fright in the late night!