*1st Verse*
Hater if you dont get the gist of it
the mission is the flow colder than Michigan
In the winter wind, when December ends
you hated me before, do you remember then?
the loser never wins, I'll lose my head again
Medicine, excedrin, percocet
man I got some purple left, the herbals lets
my words express, Ill murder death
fire spittin, high and thinkin that the whole worlds a test
leave the booth smellin like burning flesh
you heard him yes?
sex and weed
is the medicine, but here the recipe
and death is sex to me
the pleasure I receive watchin haters rest in peace
I tell your girl open sesame
she eats my seeds, no sesame
and these dime bitches aint worth ten cents to me
if you gotta go, you gotta go, Ill bust your collar bone
Im kinda cold, my squad is dope, my weed look like a pot of gold
a hole thru your tee you look like dominoes
geronimo
and look out below, Im headed to the bottom
the rock bottom, where I started
girls twistin my words
my bars trap me like the cops got 'em
bring back the dead, and ask Saddam
He'll tell you Ima terror turban wearer
girls give me head so much, she throwin hair up
darling cheer up!
Im lookin for the one, but Im seein two of you
thats what the booze'll do
I kill the pussy, funeral Oh!

*Chorus*
Sun down, but my shades on
Mix it up, I dont care if it taste strong
and haters gonna hate yo... oh?
cuz they wish they were me
and Im lookin for the one, but Im seein two of you
thats what the booze'll do
I'll Kill the pussy, funeral Ohh!, hey, Ohh!


*2nd Verse*
Do you recollect, when you said I had seconds left
My death was set in stone, behold I got my second breath
I dont flirt with death, I have sex with death
now I can say fuck death because music is immortal
my flow is so nasty they should use it in a porno
I yell, "Fuck V. Scripts!" and put it in a promo
and tell everyone you know I suck, start a war yo,
I make my own cheese, it aint delivery, its Digorno
I take your girl, just for fun, just for practice
take her to places she only seen on an atlas
actually, ashley with the black weave smashed me
back seat, black jeep, last week, trashy, but you know thats V!
I do ex and listen to Cool Sex, with clueless brunettes
who think Im High Heff
Im lookin for the one, but Im seein two of you
thats what the booze'll do
I kill the pussy, funeral Oh!


*Chorus*