I'm that cat with dat 100 rack that's a fact ill wirte u off with my number 2 after I do ill come to merk u fools that calls out dice are looking to see the afterlife my lyrics audio dope for the dope fiends right in your vains like an i.v. wowie you bitchs are talking like Steven Hawkin while he's trying to walk on his hands so keep talking shit and I end you the apocalypse diss dice u be in a nice suit and a pine box ill be watching as they put u in the earth dirt nap 6 feet deep its dice out