This is a song about "Counter strike"

And that little nigga nigga, thinks its okay

I got counter punchlines like the left of cassius clay

Strike you as i brought in a thunderstorm

That's why i shed light on the dark i come form

I guess she thought she'd get away, wouldn't hear the cries

Pick the knife up off the counter and make the first slice/

I'm gonna strike you with black led,

You got pets? me too: mine are dead

I wanna die and watch my dark soul fade, leaving the kitchen blade, on the counter,

But not as bad as lookin' backwards wishin' that we hadn't been such of a damn disaster

My rhymes strike like acid chemicals,

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

I wanna go on strike on life now,

Will somebody please show me how