Yo Dead

You've tortured them,

 

Now you've dragged them in the lions den,

 

Creeping up on their battered bodies with no good intent,

 

With their blood, I'll quench my thirst, one...two.., who goes first,

 

Kids stop, I could beat y'all blindfolded,

 

Nah, that's for show offs, plus I wanna see y'all fucking eyes roll ova,

 

Rip your trachea out and maintain full composure,

 

Rest you in pieces, literally,

 

Play with your ribs, I'm a composer,

 

Acting all tough with y'all nursery rhymes, you a poser,

 

My bars kill you from within and break you down, decomposer,

 

Switch Up!!!

 

Want me to paint a picture?

 

Y'all known for dreams, but when I spark the rugger,

 

Y'all getting clapped for a dream like Martin Luther,

 

This ain't a punch line this is serious kids, I'll shoot you,

 

Taylor for example, He a wanna-be thug who'd do anything for a licensed gun,

 

Yea I love guns but I ain't gotta shoot him,

 

I could tie his ass to a pool table and shoot the cue ball in his Adam's apple,

 

I would beat y'all for some chum change or do it for free if my mind change,

 

You know how much i wish the past could change,