... first! cocks, fires* Explosion, holes blown in my Like People louder than some queers I've been the of some untimely set peeps in the streets By-standers, and women Are watchin me Blood sprayin on the Must be up As visions of my life to gather round Heart pumpin and a body of is what I feel Now a prison of bleeding full of steel Let's keep it real, I'm I'ma make it This is the only I got and I be if you gon take it Feelin' colder than the polar ice See my boy's frozen of horror as he reacts Why did pop me, was it all over bank? Because my burnin 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 second of life Pain is slippin if this happenened to you or your boy today? How would you In the last of life I don't wanna die up in muthafucker tonight In the last of life Pain is slippin What if this happenened to you or boy today? How you feel? In the second of life I don't wanna die up in this muthafucker Memories are playin my mind dienetics visions of emergency surgery, anesthetic Respirators and IV and All me, beside me Man this all me Of how so many others met their end and There's an evil darkness down, flowin, coming near the approach of a Halocaust Bringin the final end, to make my own fibers Soon be dead Who's gonna care for my family if I Will I spend better time if I recover from the flat Will I become part of the streets? Another body riddled bullets a white sheet bloodstains, I can't the pain butcher knives falling from the sky Instead of Who am I? What is Did I it? So many questions floatin on in the second In the last of life is slippin away 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 Pain is slippin if this happenened to you or your boy today? How you feel? In the second of life I don't wanna die up in muthafucker tonight My vision to black, My body shaking Like a basehead 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 with red eyes and slitherin sounds Tryin to me down there is no rest Where the damned live in firepits and hooks in flesh That my type of party, ain't no Shrangri-La But with a crippled I'm not making it far Life is almost as I feel claws rake my back start to grab hold Man this shit is whack And I see tomorrow is all I'm thinking now I pray as I my boy telling me to hold on I see that is turnin, think I have a chance As we reach the hospital, I died up in the *phone 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 concerned. I haven't heard from you in a while and I've been tryin to get a hold of you all week and uhh *machine Hahahaha...Caught ya with that one scrotum scruffer....Haha leave a Look Ross! I've been tryin to get a hold of you. I haven't seen your in months, what is goin on?! a third time* Hahahaha, you fuckin corn, gotcha with that one bubbleback, peace! You fuckin..!