... first! cocks, fires* Explosion, holes blown in my Like People screaming than some queers been the victim of some untimely set Trippin' peeps in the By-standers, and women Are watchin me Blood on the ground be bust up As visions of my life begin to round Heart pumpin and a body of is what I feel Now a prison of internal bleeding of steel Let's it really real, I'm hoping make it is the only life I got and I be damned if you gon it Feelin' colder than the ice caps See my boy's frozen of horror as he reacts Why did they pop me, was it all over Because my lungs burnin like Haley's inside a holding tank Who am I? What is Did I it? So many questions floatin on in the second In the last of life Pain is slippin What if this happenened to you or boy today? How you feel? In the last of life I don't wanna die up in this tonight In the last second of is slippin away What if this happenened to you or boy today? How would you In the second of life I don't wanna die up in this muthafucker Memories are my mind like dienetics Havin visions of emergency surgery, Respirators and IV and All around me, me Man all reminds me Of how so many others met their end and There's an evil darkness droppin down, flowin, near Like the of a Halocaust the final end, trying to make my own fibers Soon I'll be Who's gonna for my family if I die? Will I spend time if I recover from the flat line? Will I another part of the streets? Another riddled with bullets a white sheet bloodstains, I explain the pain Like butcher falling from the sky Instead of Who am I? is life? Did I it? So many questions floatin on in the last In the last of life is slippin away What if this happenened to you or your boy How would you In the second of life I don't wanna die up in this tonight In the second of life is slippin away What if this to you or your boy today? How would you In the last second of I don't wanna die up in this tonight My fades to black, My started shaking a basehead hyped up on a 30 sack Hearing the toll of the eternity As I feel a dimension door open straight hell Shadows appear, come up out the ground Accompanied red eyes and slitherin sounds Tryin to me down Where is no rest Where the damned live in firepits and hooks in flesh That my type of party, That no Shrangri-La But with a crippled I'm not making it far Life is gone as I feel claws rake my back Preachers start to hold Man shit is helly whack And will I see tomorrow is all I'm now I pray as I my boy telling me to hold on I see life is turnin, think I have a chance As we reach the hospital, I up in the ambulance ringing* C'mon, *machine up* This is Ross and I'm not chillin in the hizzle for rizzle my shizzle, the fellas drop a message, girls drop your drawers and see ya around like a donut Ross Baker, this is your landlord. I'm a little concerned. I haven't from you in a while and I've been tryin to get a hold of you all week and uhh again* Hahahaha...Caught ya with one scrotum scruffer....Haha leave a message Look Ross! I've been tryin to get a of you. I haven't seen your rent in months, what is goin on?! *machine a third Hahahaha, you fuckin corn, twice with that one bubbleback, peace! You fuckin..!