Yeah, me and Zack? we're through. look, I told ya, I'm coming for your head, slice your throat, shoot him, he's dead. You sit up there on your throne, while I'm down here asking for fucking loans. you took us for granted, you got all the gain, but you left me down here in fucking PAIN! You said you were my bro, so tell me where you are, bout to fucking run you over with this diss track like I'm driving at nascar. I'm tired of the Fury, better call Triple H, grab the shovel, he's about to get buried.