| Blood on the floor, waking up from a blackout |
| My back to the wall, if I fade better back out |
| I don’t know you, better back out |
| If I don’t know you, just back out |
| Just back up, I get buck, I rap 'cause I’m fed up |
| Of hearing the bullshit, of not being heard |
| Act you like you hard 'cause you curse and shit |
| Bitch, what you know about dirty shit, murder shit? |
| I’ll shut you up, shut you down with discouragement |
| I’ll buy your hearse and then furnish it, furnaces |
| Burning the ashes, my glass filled with nourishment |
| Eyes to the sky, suicide at the services |
| Act like you right when you wrong |
| Say that I’m wrong but I’m right |
| You step in the shadows, come out traumatized |
| I’m not killing the game, this is genocide |
| Genocide, genocide, genocide, genocide, genocide |
| Genocide, genocide, genocide, genocide |
| This is genocide, genocide |
| This is genocide, genocide |
| This is genocide, genocide |
| This is genocide, genocide |
| This is genocide, genocide |
| This is genocide, genocide |