This is a song about "Per kristian"

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

12 people per jury, ain't no mistakin'

And if they resort to mix-tapes, my feats'll beat 'em per cassette

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

It's enough to make you crazy, it's fuckin with my domeya only live once on this earth

A role bought for 5 nickles per hour, a sicko eating out a quarter-pounder's girth

This pair of sixes is paranormal that rare shit

Criminal intent, out of breath, reach limits per minute,

Never let another rap nigga hit it from back or the front

It starts to go downhill by 9.8 meters per second per second

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

So tell the rea-per, can i live one more life