snuff you out like a flame I'm insane in the membrane I let my flows fly like an airplane running off of propane straight to it bitch I just skip the foreplay and onto the horseplay slip your fuckin wig with my swordplay servin up flesh Ramsay says that shit is gourmet like a lobster souffle on a plate made of brain pick out of my chainsaw its FUCKING RAW my Brains telling me to track up the terrain to a field of cranes let it rain I definitely go all the way against the grain swervin in the wrong lane takin acid while I drive kill myself a family of five(HA HA HA!) I'll tell ya what I've never felt more alive than sittin on the train tracks under highway 65 69 rounds left inside my 9 cut you into peices makin myself a nice bitch pie no lie I love a bitch that likes to cry 99 problems bit your still one hun now I take my gun press it to my lung and pop! looks like I'm done