machete heavy chopping shit like ginzus suicide no bomb muh fucka it's fuck you but lit a fuse used attitude very rude holder of truth so no confusion lifes a game I ain't getting played this is chess not checkers I'm so wrecklace why you try to disrespect me and it's so evident let me be great and make it to heaven bitch trick can't trick me bitch I'm sick and tired of being stressed until I'm sick and nauseated these some muh fucking player haters catching vapors meet ya maker I'll be at the trees thanking them for my paper I'm about to make then since they didn't get they way they way out I'm so far gone home not where I belong stretch Armstrong with two tones muzzle too long hustle to gain stripes like Adidas bitchs show me they titties like its Mardi gras smoking on that la la la pray for me or meet me inside the earth diamond like from all the pressure and stressing that increase worth more In death than living so I decease