ooooo who could it be Try not to choke Searching through the Indica smoke With rhymes that were soft .. go off like Lara Croft So feel my pain, I'm hurtin' the same This a suicide note, last words to the game He would be out there stealin or killin Marksman, skill in killin', illin', I'm able and willin' Since I'm paid, a lot of motherfuckers envy me The next day they took away the TV