... first! *gun cocks, Explosion, holes in my chest Like People louder than some queers been the victim of some untimely set Trippin' in the streets By-standers, and women Are me fall Blood sprayin on the be bust up As of my life begin to gather round Heart pumpin and a body of stone is I feel Now a of internal bleeding full of steel Let's it really real, I'm hoping I'ma it This is the life I got and I be damned if you gon it Feelin' colder than the polar ice See my boy's frozen face of horror as he Why did pop me, was it all over bank? Because my lungs burnin Haley's Comet inside a holding tank Who am I? is life? Did I it? So many questions on in the last second In the last of life Pain is slippin What if happenened to you or your boy today? How you feel? In the last second of I don't wanna die up in this muthafucker In the second of life is slippin away What if happenened to you or your boy today? How would you In the last of life I don't die up in this muthafucker tonight 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 an evil darkness droppin down, flowin, coming near Like the of a Halocaust Bringin the end, trying to make my own fibers I'll 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 another part of the body riddled with bullets Underneath a sheet bloodstains, I explain the pain Like butcher knives from the sky of rain Who am I? is life? Did I it? So many questions floatin on in the second In the second of life Pain is away What if happenened 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 second of is slippin away What if this happenened to you or boy today? How would you In the last of life I don't wanna die up in this tonight My fades to black, My started shaking Like a basehead hyped up on a 30 Hearing the toll of the eternity As I feel a dimension door straight from hell Shadows appear, come up out the ground Accompanied with red and slitherin sounds Tryin to take me Where there is no the damned live in firepits and hooks in they flesh That my type of party, ain't no Shrangri-La But with a crippled I'm not making it far Life is gone as I feel claws rake my back start to grab hold Man this is helly 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 drop a message, girls drop your drawers and I'll see ya around like a donut Ross Baker, this is your landlord. I'm a little concerned. I haven't heard from you in a while and I've been tryin to get a hold of you all and uhh *machine Hahahaha...Caught ya with one scrotum scruffer....Haha leave a message Look Ross! I've been tryin to get a hold of you. I seen your rent in months, what is goin on?! *machine a third Hahahaha, you fuckin corn, gotcha twice with one bubbleback, peace! You fuckin..!