mafuckas ran off with the money man now i gotta go find em im taking the duct tape with better believe I'ma find em and when i do they're getting wrapped like a mummy fuck trying to bind em they gonna be sorry now bcuz the past is behind em their death certificates? oh yeah they just signed em nobody gonna miss em don't nobody mind em they gonna see the light at the end of the tunnel that's gonna blind em wishing they can take their lives right now and rewind em but ima torture these mafuckas & at the same time wine em & dine em force liquor down their throat its freezing dead Winter so I'ma take away their coat throw that nigga in the tub like a toyboat keep his head submerged under water it's murder she wrote speaking on that Note i could pop his ass in the head wit the heater i tote their duct taped up I'm asking em where's the money, they're blaming ''each other" claiming they didn't have nothing to do with it putting it on there babies, brothers, sisters,& "mother," i put the bottle in their mouth and make em force down another. at this point I realized there wasn't shit to rediscover so fuck it these mafuckas gotta continue to suffer the beatings and torture got rougher now it's almost all over we gotta think of a cover i said we can't kill em we gotta make it look like the other is a lover we walked em out the casino we was under surveillance IDGAF tho you don't fuck with them payments that's when we turn into assailants have you losing your breath like you using inhalants we dumped them mafuckas in the backwoods, they was freezing w/out a jacket, no hats or a hoods this what happens if you Jack our goods won't find your way back to none of the neighborhoods