Dry

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