Six feet under this shit ending it all neat
Facing feat I needed to accomplish
Screaming in high pitch my mind glitched
Thoughts of dead reached from my mind

With the speed of my greed I indeed
Stitch the idiot with lead at the bid
With agony he lost all the money
The sccrutiny was he lost flawlessly

The bell rang guards sang
Shifting me back to my cell
I looked hideously pale
To the ten scale

I Could've finished his tale but I was flexing
Giving the arranger of the deal a look
That I had shook the crook of my...