| Murder just a part of it. | 
| I can see the art in it | 
| I can see the pain and the fallen angel in all of it | 
| You a shell of your former self and that’s unfortunate | 
| Artillery is heavy and ammunition inordinate | 
| I would never start a fucking war that wasn’t warranted | 
| Bullets flying back and forth at you like it’s an argument | 
| I’m up to here in shit; | 
| it’s either shovel it or walk in it | 
| Doesn’t go away just cause you choosing not to talk of it | 
| I don’t even rhyme over a beat: I fucking torture it | 
| Like taking a butterfly and ripping the wings off of it | 
| There’s drama, mother-fucker, then I’mma be at the heart of it | 
| Take his fucking head and demolish it | 
| I’m on some shit | 
| Mississippi,, all of it | 
| You a sweet; | 
| lighter than a | 
| «Straight up and down, you don’t want no conflict» | 
| «I draw first blood. | 
| It’s over with and that’s that» | 
| «Cause I’mma send you home with your mother-fucking teeth missing» | 
| «Was the worst slaughter. | 
| There was poison in the birth water» | 
| You mother-fuckers ain’t cut like that | 
| Have your whole fam wondering where they loved one at | 
| And the po-9 wondering where they suspect at | 
| I ain’t doing five bullets, money, fuck that rap | 
| I will cut that cat; | 
| I will put him in the ambulance | 
| Bullets from the automatic make 'em do the hammer dance | 
| You a lost cause: mother-fucker never had a chance | 
| Pazienza rhyme like a mother-fucking avalanche | 
| I’mma let this big Colt-4−5 rip off | 
| And lift a mother-fucker off his feet like a tip-off | 
| Son got mangled cause he was starting to lip off | 
| I hit him till his shoulders touched back like a kick-off | 
| I talked a lot of shit for years and dumbed out | 
| But that’s why we have two ears and one mouth | 
| Nowadays, most of my peers has run out | 
| And that’s why ghosts appear at Sun House |