You make me sick with ******* you hit, now ***** sit the **** down, I'm the ******* king and I don't need no crown. My friends can't even see how you pushed us through, but how god, did you fall off, and your kids are laughing at you.

But you gave me this lil curse that makes me wanna spit sick quips and pulling that ******* while smoking thick flicks, pull up without a whip, breath tastes like hennesey go on and take a sip, take a rhyme out of its time and making it fly, it's what drives me until I die.

So now I stand on my own, suffering from the pain we've behold, if you plot that a **** and take it back, slit your wrists, it's a lil bit much but that's how I double dutch and with the last breath I clutch to my life, I know it ain't much....