Slowly closin on my death
Lonely rope losin my breath
Throw me back but still i laugh
Blow this sack so i kill my wrath
broke killa madness
blood spilla red mess
smokin on 'em red packs
cough a lot my lung black
ashin heavy west cigarettes
in between my panic attacks
snortin bags of that blue death
spend a few racks still won't last
no hope turnin off road w a rope
broke soul w a dose cope mode
folks n friends ain't impressed
freak 'em out got 'em stressed
flow sharp slow or fast
blow hard we never rest
creepy lines quick harsh text
screamin da lies like raw facts
Slowly closin on my death
Lonely rope losin my breath
Throw me back but still i laugh
Blow this sack so i kill my wrath