Neva will I die my heart beats eternal who shall I fear, my mind lost in suicidal situations, no occupation my baby brotha sheddin tears. So high till I die Lord when the day it comes, bury me with two clips, a bomb shell you know mama gone run.
Unload the glock empty the barrel and hit the President Casino running from my enemies, jumping over bushes and and barrels knocking rich people down fallin on high crap tables the camera can't even see.
Pump my stomach with 25 hundred volts, electrical impulses run my veins into a line of vines and make sure you hit the pump. Run away, run away hit the back woods driven into deep water, watch out for the beez and anacondas, my ex-girlfriends Rhonda Simpson damn she be sippen on clippen on and then it condles.
Mess wit me chrome I push 1 in your dome blood running through the white sheets! Connect me body to the mega heartz of the Mississippi Power voltage hook up and lock the switch, feed me nourishments on the day my body will be cleanded, relax my bones in sulfuric acid and shake my hands from heated leaches, my devils mean bitch.
Only God can judge me on the day of my death, with hells adversaries busting and rappin like R. Kelly," I believe I can fly," and in my eyes you will see love and a car one day and in my old heart I am so cold wit no pity, ready to die. Copyright 2010
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