it me b-killer come straight of hell gates bitch boys hate when I pull up bodies get the dropping then i call up the reaper keep he swoops down on you like Jeepers creepers he hit you with the heater and he put you in a sleeper then i pull the hammer back on the repeater and the blood taste a hole lot sweet then i hit you buddy with the millimeter because I'm a mother fucking leader I'm cut bitch down like a weedeater your homies heard about your funeral from a mother fucking newreader i be make that cheddar call up c-note and he hit you with the beretta c-note put you on a stretcher because we are omega