... first! *gun cocks, Explosion, blown in my chest Like People screaming louder some queers I've been the victim of untimely set Trippin' in the streets By-standers, children and Are watchin me Blood sprayin on the Must be up As visions of my life to gather round Heart and a body of stone is what I feel Now a prison of internal bleeding full of Let's it really real, I'm hoping make it This is the only I got and I be if you gon take it Feelin' colder the polar ice caps See my frozen face of horror as he reacts Why did they pop me, was it all bank? Because my lungs like Haley's Comet inside a holding tank Who am I? What is Did I it? So many questions on in the last second In the last second of Pain is away if this happenened to you or your boy today? How you feel? In the last second of I wanna die up in this muthafucker tonight In the last of life Pain is away if this happenened to you or your boy today? How you feel? In the last second of I don't wanna die up in muthafucker tonight are playin my mind like dienetics Havin of emergency surgery, anesthetic Respirators and IV and All me, beside me Man this all me Of how so many others met end and disappeared There's an evil darkness droppin down, flowin, coming Like the approach of a Bringin the final end, trying to my own fibers Soon I'll be Who's care for my family if I die? Will I better time if I recover from the flat line? Will I another part of the streets? body riddled with bullets Underneath a sheet bloodstains, I explain the pain Like butcher knives falling the sky of rain Who am I? What is Did I it? So many questions floatin on in the second In the last of life Pain is away What if this to you or your boy today? How would you In the second of life I wanna die up in this muthafucker tonight In the last of life Pain is slippin What if this happenened to you or your boy How would you In the last second of I don't die up in this muthafucker tonight My vision to black, My started shaking Like a basehead hyped up on a 30 the toll of the eternity bell As I feel a door open straight from hell appear, come right up out the ground Accompanied with red eyes and sounds Tryin to take me Where there is no Where the damned live in firepits and hooks in flesh That my type of party, ain't no Shrangri-La But with a body I'm not making it far is almost gone as I feel claws rake my back Preachers to grab hold Man shit is helly whack And will I see is all I'm thinking now I pray as I my boy telling me to hold on I see that life is turnin, I have a chance As we the hospital, I died up in the ambulance *phone C'mon, picks 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 I'll see ya around 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 that one scrotum scruffer....Haha 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..!