free flow, when I hop on this beat like d-low when I shoot those 3's run up on em like it's at the police wear a condom when I'm making her scream ×2 no running, get away from me it's funny, that you think you're elite I'll show you, what a rap God means I own you, you can call me king I've been dead, like a corpse on a leash the voices, they don't cry they screech loud noises, yea they torment me it's pointless, waiting for release I'm tired, but it's hard to sleep the phantoms, with their scythes they reap they skip me, and leave me here to weep I'm lonely, if the pain cuts deep then show me