Been ready to dip since 94, the reaper never phased me. Sometime I pray that he takes me. Half of y’all hate me. Lately I been livin greatly. This is not how mama raised me, demon little baby. Brought up by the bottle baby that boy til he hiccups. Livin risky, slug some whiskey swiftly in my pick up. Grill the ops with my middle fingers and my wrists up. Talking smack? Look, your face the perfect place to fist fuck. Claim you movin birds? Oh well I’m scoffing at your stash. Hawking on the track, trash talking all my raps… Poppin all the caps, forgetting the problem that I have. And that’s a problem that I have, it’s fuckin obvious I’m whacked…