You know many times I've had

Visions of my own death

I mean I can actually see in

Visions of what it could be like you know?

It makes you wonder, have you done everything you really want to do in life?

Many visions of my death, I have visions for dimentia

No repentin for the murder I committed with the

Burner all up in your face, might I catch another case

If I kill him when I hit him with the pistol whipper

Niggas step into the realm

You would think I was from Elm

Just because the way I hit you with the Fred Krueger

Molest you I will rip the niggas stomach if they want it I will run up with the gun up like I'm Lex Luthor

Hoppin and runnin on the track like I'm Mike Tyson

Chewin a motherfucka's lungs like an old lycan

Poppin the funs, sparkin the gun

Hoppin and jumpin up over the ones who wanna become

Affiliated with the good life

What's the next step when you vision your death? Do you run from accepting your sentence?

If they sent a fella that wreckeded my helmet, Blood I will come back with the vengeance

I can feel him getting closer

I can feel him on my shoulder

Coming over as I walk into the dark room

Voodoo rituals

Doing residuals

Drinking 150 150 fill him with hollow tips and harpoons

Never the less, I was impressed, by the way that n***a stood up in my space with the face of a demon

All I heard was a pop, never knew that I was shot

Did my body even drop? Am I bleeding?

Little n***a always woofin like he wanna be

Talkin this and that about what he is gonna be

Do it to me when he beat me like a n***a was a G

But I already know that he is just a wannabe

From the front about to watch it what I'm gonna be

Niggas be trippin when I feel a difference with this time

I tried to move, but my body feels like it's been hit up with strychnine

I might get caught up in riddle, I might get caught up in riddle

I might get, I might get, I I I might get caught up in riddle

I'm tinkin to myself I could go at any moment4x

Darkness in my vision, if my fee today, it's right around the corner he might hit me with that bullets fly (kill)

Knife insicions maybe I will die like in my vision

To a stinkin n***a

Moving with the ticker

From the wicked I proceed to eat them bitches like an animal

I can hear a n***a creepin

So I'm thinkin grab the heat

And hacking off his feet

And eat him like an antelope

Or maybe he will come up in the door and do a n***a

You never know how many people wanna shoot a n***a

Maybe I'mma kill him, but the next week

His homies come deep and put chka chka through a n***a

In the bath

With a bloody mask

In the casket forget what happened tonight

Hmmm, put his ass in a hefty bag

Poured the gas, and I got a match and a light

Hmmm, n***a thought I was just rapping

Till I got up and attacked him

With a machete and hatchet then I

Stretch him like elastic

Fuck an open casket

Put him in a basket

When I'm laughing with a twinkling eye

Chopped him into pieces

And covered him in feces

But Jesus I'm sicker than diseases

I can it feel like I got telekinesis

I got from my aunties, and uncles, and nieces

Give my greetings to Jesus

You finna meet him, that's when I reached for the Fo' Five

I tried to move, but my body feels like it's been hit up with strychnine

You never even kow whe a motherfucker gonna come up and put a fork in ya n***a

You never know when it's your time to die, you never know when te Grim Reaper isaround that corner

Ready to giv you te slip n****

I might get caught up in riddle I might get caught up in riddle I might get I might get I might I might Get caught up in riddle Im thinkin to myself I could go at any moment x3 im thinkin to myself might hit me with that

Yo I think im finna die in this mutafucka homie, ya sayin? I mean im livin, but I feel death breathin down my back, ya know? Mutafucka open my mouth up, put the gun in my s**t I can still remember the sound when the brains hit the wall, is he comin for me? ya know I mean its gotta come some time sooner or later we all die. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH Im ready