Bloody Sewer, One Opp Fewer

Delrays death's on deck Gonna break his fuckin neck Put that lil pawn in check All his bones getting wrecked Blood splattered specs All over my Nike checks After Stomping out his breath Smashing brains out his head Make sure he's good as dead And even when no pulse is left Empty out my 10 round mag Riddle his corpse full of led Throw his carcas towards the med-le Of the cold street bed Where the drivers got their feet To the floor with the pedal Watch his lifeless body mutilate Into a Slushy soup of sed iment of blood red From all the places where he bled No more traces Of his facial rec Ognition to be left for identication John Doe upon arrival of the Fed With their vestigation, what a mess By the time they get some tips I'll have already fled Like OJ Simpson Gettin away with murder Headed for the Texan/Mex burder Cross the river, where the coke is purer Live In a hut, while most of Delray's remains Are floating in the sewer I might not get a life of lux But it Beats doing time in a Supa Max prison with a group of Phsycopaths fighting over Ramen noodle And dealing with strict CO'S Tyrna program my life like a computa I'd rather be a killer on the loose like Fredy Kruger And never kill again unless another bitch ass mf in a stupa Thinks he gon disrespect me With no clue of Just how deadly I can brew up A very violent pool of blood And send em to their funeral Just like dead man Delray cuz