2 pieces in my trench coat, bout to drench ya'll in fucin bullets,
blood releases from ya throat, u got no defence when i cock 'n' pull it,
smell the stench of ur remains as ur blood stops runnin thru ur viens,
feel the suspense when every grain of ur body's lit 'n' blazes into flames,
ima gather up ur ashes, knock on da door & blow 'em into ur mothers face,
then cut her up until she crashes, & she's so slashed up she can't be traced,
this is jus a warning, im cummin wit swarn offs to blow ur fucin arms off,
bitch i was born tough, i'll leave ur family mourning when ur heads torn off.
jus havin a bit of fun wit dis, let me know wat u think.