who ever knew it would come this,gotta kill the nigga i love-been contemplateing should i walk him down,or i let him live outta love-should i spill his brains with this chop stick,or should i hit his ass wit this snub-should i off his ass on a back street,or should i air him out in this club-should i let him live cuz its love their,or leave him throat slit in his tub-n his fuckin greed got the best of him,cuz this nigga took from tha plug-cant sleep at night havein vivid thoughts,seein ways of killin my blood-should i send some niggas to off his ass,or go n do it myself-should i set up wit a decoy bitch,or i lure his ass myself-all the fucking love that you took from me,so its only hatred thats left-got a broken hart with a twisted mind,evil manifest in the flesh-till i kill em all its no peace,murder put my mind at rest-n this loud pack like heavy bass ,i can feel it all in my chest-n i sit alone in this dark room,wit a fire arm an vest-n think its been like 3 days,since tha last tyme i slept-n its fresh blood that cover me,from the last tyme i stepped-gotta hit list i working on,dont fuck around n be next-u can fuck wit me u welcomed to,i invite be my guess-imma cannibal on savage shit,n i gotta taste for flesh-n sit alone wit this Hennessey,n i drink away my regrets-i see blood my dick hard,this shyt betta than sex-u cross me no comein back,i mark his ass wit that x-takein painkillers that numb me,cuz a nigga feel depressed-an the only thong that will pick me up,is seein a nigga thats stretched-stand over him wit this glizzy pointed, that nigga soul just left-then i take that bitch an turn it on me,it time i face my death......