This is a song about "They are all dead"

The tables are turned i can't take this

Till they dead in they own piss

All the say is i'm too young to rap but all they rap are fucking crap

I'll show you where my rare essence is at, the adolescence of rap

Your raps are so brain dead

Sunroof flow so over your head

Kill everybodythey each got a city to pick to make it our part

Run through there studio all there proucts are snapping if they want to start

We are the dead, ain't no denying it

The next day you is everybody target

I don't think it is there fault they are all mislead, i evoke fear in there hearts

Man quit rapping get out this site, go proclaim loud like a little kid who wants