The final war of the whack and sick
Just like a cannon from the teen in nick
I want that title but they got me fighting under card
I've got your final symphony planned out, in tune with a harp
I stare in your eyes in your final moments of death
When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz
Came bursting out in one final shot,
He say, she say, oh my god
Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice
Even in your final act, such an ultimate crime, they have faith in you, a sound belief,
This is your last chance, your final warning.....
And my only fear's a wedding ring
And it aint my final
As i light one for ill will
They'll feel horrendous in their final living seconds
But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love
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