HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. . . . . . . .


U really want to die
I can see it thru ur eye
This time 2morrow, ur mama cry
Makavelle! Oh! God. . .Why?

Word . . . . . .Let it pop Mak's

waddup dawg? where u hiding?

Aiite let me quickly perform some lyrical Homicide fore the cremation get started. . . . .
Huh wat nigga?

Intro;
I'm dropping this 1ce and for all, u was my Homeboy tho
but u called for your lyrical cremation. Now Here we go

[b]'em say "Blood's thicker than water", i'm pragmatic, i'll spill urs
I'm as slippery as Oil step on me u''ll fall with plenitude of force
I'm da Bat-slingin-bricks, watch me bring u the Brick-Bat
Maka''s ville, fuxxin door-mat, epitome of cheap Bric-a-brac
An Anagra of your Lameness was done, it reads Nameless
Now u'sa lame, u aint got name, what're u? "The Fakest"
My rap plunked on your head n numb your cerebral Hemisphere
My 16''ll damage your 6th n earn u a psycho atmosphere
My tasty rhymes is an iron glove punch, i'm a sweet enemy
Backspin kick 1 time makes u switch from Ballad to Elegy
I'm Dr.Katrina, i bring hurricane n inject u with Belladonna
Dope up like D. Maradonna u wont out-game me, this Anaconda
''ll crush u down n eat u up in day light like it's crunch-time
From my belly, u yelled  "Fuxx You", What? Is that your punchline?
He's choking let the time keeper ring the bell n say my name
I'ma advise u to switch to blues, sing a dirge @ your dead Game[/b]
                   
                  Outro; [font=Lucida Sans Unicode]Shoot at me once u're out of your trauma
                              You wan' fuxx? Fuxx fo aint no time for drama[/font

When u know ur ass aint ready to die, why did u pop this up? Maybe u're scared of beign cremated, Neway it aint nothn to it, it's just a gallonful spray of petrol on ur ass and light u up with lighter, Blah!!! It goes, all the smoke and shit going up to heaven. . . . lol. . . . .hahaha