aye I'm finna kill you, little do you know, it was just a joke trynna make you choke your ryhmes. my bad, was that a threat? oh sorry to make you upset, cause you about to be my pet, you better get that gun and pull the trigger or you'll be digging your own grave like a slave to yo king, ur just a little mouse to me, goin to the slaughterhouse bout to grind you up, soon you'll be nothing, like yo past generations, I'm just a little kid having some fun but still, I got the temptations to kill, no need for narrations, I'm about to be all over the nations.