My skills are like a sergeant ,
They drill a hole in your dome ,
Bag you can't deal with me ,
I'll get you bodied by a stone ,
You see Kaid and recognize the killer instinct ,
You broke down from all my walkin over peoples bodies ,
I live it up at your down fall ,
Makin money off of blastin you with a shotty ,
How could you circumvent my wrecklessness? ,
I'm distributing a grip to my boy ,
Make that dude a barrel holder ,
I'll blame the first thing that he hits which is you ,
Start a kill ,
Your the first body to drop ,
Fillaments of the gun powder in back of my house stocked ,
I starve for a minion to do my deeds ,
Move with speed of a motorcycle or steed ,
runnin over bag with a beat and a rap with some heat ,
I been with a grimey crew that'll spend time as a team ,
Broke your jaw ,
You fall off and can't seem to enter the drawls ,
I'm potential driven to the point that I'll off you ,
Drop you in the sewer pits then remember the place that you fell ,
Ringin bells at your funeral as a time piece of the hell ,
I let go a long time ago ,
Rottin flesh on your head ,
heed the religious texts ,
Mannerable respect reflects the times of the slow repenters ,
Slick entrance to your presence ,
Deliverin shots to you ,
whats left is nothin but malfeasance ,
Your dyin from my wrath took outta heaven