This is a song about "Departe de lumea rea"

Fif-tee /nine times till ya de-ceased/ im sick son new form of disease/

Lyrically or physically, step to me, you rest in peace

Bring the remainin' red and white pieces to the fort

Fakes try to put me on de-frost, they be glossed,

A " d boy ", the town i'm representin is de-troit

Cause i got a lot of hair on my booty but that's beside the point

You see the devil is alive but he work slow

Catch me in the tour de france the way i cycle this flow

By the little camera thing on the fuckin' mac book

Still a hobbit and like sauron's eye, you'll taste de foot

But i'm feelin' my dancei had one pill left

You cross dress like oscar de hoya, your life's a cock fest

With a gun, wish i could see him clearer

Slick rick, de la soul, and rakim spit sicker,