To the mother of my enemy, I just killed your son

He died with his face to the sky and it cannot be undone

He didn't die hard, in the end he just grinned and bowed

Made him dig his own grave at the point of a gun

While he laughed to the gods out loud

And it made me want to jump... out a window

And it made me want to scream

Tear my face off run through the streets

Pandemonium me, f**ked by decree

Came a long way from young and alive when I was not blind...

Now I can not see

Grace in reverse at best it gets worse and I wanted you to know:

Since then I don't sleep

And the uniform, tags, side arm and ID that I wore

When I did it got send C.O.D

To the HQ, note reading "this is not me

And I hate you for making me make a man bleed"

And before the man passed and his last gasp fleed

(and this is why I'm writing you now) his eyes gleamed

And he pointed to the part of his chest that still beats

Looked dead in my grill and then said this to me:



There is a tougher colder killer

A tougher colder killer than

A tougher colder killer than you

And he will wipe us all from this place

You will learn to crawl

You will learn it all in just one day

Just one day



I'll slap a motherf**ker so hard his mama probably said baby you okay

I just got an extreme pain on the side of my face, you understand me?

Your dad should be ashamed of raising you suckers man, real shit man

Your dad should've left home like millions of other dads did

By staying at home, man, he only made you a tougher, colder pussy



I'm the f**king Catalina wine mixer blitzer

Wolf in a shearling wording shit twisted

It's a lovely day to go Blitzkrieg, isn't it?

Listen if suicide pacts are your bag try dissin him

The blocked number, no star 69

Call, breathe heavy at your little sis, rock system

Come with the loud talk, limp back whispering

That motherf**ker's no victim



The return of the other

Insane psycho sick savage raw rap rhyme motherf**ker

With a big black belly

If it get to shaking like jelly and the gun

Don't jam, you're a dead motherf**ker!

Niggas say sweet like smuckers

Peanut butter pack the motherf**kers

I'm ashamed for your mothers

Pause How I know your momma? Bad motherf**ker?

Double entendre?



Mother f**kers don't know shit

Not the half or the math or the sum or the quotient

Get your cameras in focus to capture the moment

I slap you for poking your nose in

Globe gripped so tight that it's choking

He got the whole world in his hands, hold this!

Pose in a winning stance, don't get close

Watch me with the telescope you watched the throne with



Trapped in another bad circuit, twirk it

Splash in another man's snatch, get murdered

Paths get burnt and cut right through sermons

I laugh at the priest getting deep in the service

Last guy to the big guy in the sky

Is a rotten egg or potato au gratin

Head get him down, take a piss in his coffin

Better off dead than let him keep talking



You better off walking than talking

Bullets get to sparking, leave you in chalk or a coffin

Lord have mercy on the family and they losses

I paid for the roses to cover the coffin

I move like Bulger, the boss up in Boston

Caught him in a bottle house buying Mr. Boston

Hit him with a bullet from a .38 snub

Put the plug in his skull, hit the switch lights, offed him



What's that on your shirt? Made you look

Get jacked for your work, get juxed for the gold

'Oldest trick in the book like grandma's hand on her cunt playboy centerfold

Hold his dick like a schnook on the block while he look at the cops and they drive past slow

Keep the heater on ice, let it go, he was told that revenge was best served cold



You ain't with this shit we with

Bars of death, destruction, and violence

What do I hear from you? Nothin'. Silence

You ain't ready for this shit. You don't want this shit

It's a prizefight. It's a prizefight

And one opponent ain't showin' up

Sucka