Ill cut your thtroat, chop your head and pluck out your eyes,
That's where i hound your wife, she see the 4 pounds of ice
Run towards your dreams not towards your fear
Or who f*ckin' on who, need a pap smear
Through all that rain, i kept my flame
Where's your wealth? where's your fame?
Your our provider
Through the barbed wire
Rap hero but wasn't nicer, prior
Your on fire.. your on fire
Lucky seven probably poppa
Leave your running to your mamma,
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