What do you call a man who's afraid?
A zombie, because he already half-dead
His half eaten brain, coming from his opened head
Just so much pain, but nothing to gain
I spit facts out as said, guess I'm not ever scared

So watch me spit facts, listen to this sick-track, as I make you speak fast, crazy as the big-bang, Wanna play with my tic-tacs?
I'm about to gag, go get a bag
Want to hear something esle wick-wack?,
I got the same amount of money that's on Nick's tab
And the same amout of tats that's on Rick's back


I always kill with the same rhyme, with the same line, time after time
as the words align, very much alike
I think I need to minimise,
just like Caroline, that you took 6 kids from columbine
and shot everyone with an AK-47?, no, with an AK-49
till the spark of dawn by 11:45


I admit to some mistakes in the past
But they had to be the ones corrected last
I mean the best thing is I tried at-last
Because I was so dangerous I could take a bat
and hit your face front and back
didn't care if you were five or nine
I didn't even know what the hell was math


I always kill with the same rhyme, with the same line, time after time
as the words align, very much alike
I think I need to minimise,
just like Caroline, that you took 6 kids from columbine
and shot everyone with an AK-47?, no, with an AK-49
till the dawn by 11:45

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