This is a song about "Ill eat your flesh raw"

This burn mark on your jeans don't match the ones on your flesh

The best is that which i accept and nothing less

Ill eat your rhymes for brunch, and shit the lines before lunch,

Word~! don't nobody talk no more they all text message

Blinded by all these street lights, up late, can't sleep nights

I spit raw flames/ your bars aint sicker than mines

You've got an iller fate, dawg, but your fillers ain't raw

See, baby, i'm a leader day away from a libra

Living dead sees ya, comin for your flesh he's the

Watch this, hey quik let me see them binoculars, nigga

Proud of it all defensive fuck i'm rocking alone

Your words cut through me, like a knife through flesh and bone.

Riding that big body, shorty be hitting the curb

Ill fuckin eat ya live, u an indian, im the cupboard