Bathing and enriching hopes and sensation of death,
Becoming a good rapper ain't that easy of a process
This one's for the lovers
So its death before birth
And certain death for us ghetto bastardswhat can we do when we're arrested, but open fire
When you sit n stair for awhile, youll see her tongue will slip out and run about a mile,
While i make you stair, in the mair
Throw your money in the air
I shed so many tears
All i want now, is death
I can taste the salt from my tears
What chu gonna do, laser me to death
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