Aight.. I’m feeling kinda nervous
Kinda like the same feeling I get before I commit murders
But f*** it, what Killa would I be if I shared sympathy
How would I slaughter this opponent that is verbally not worthy
To stand face to face before me, and act corny
Behold cos before the Kill, I was taught to satisfy that desire that is horny
To physically astonish thy desire, and awaken the thousands of muscles that require
That pleasure that is only understood by those men behind the wires
That the external a**ociate it with the judgement to the fire
The only judgement I understand is the one u bow to
Just after its layed upon u, u put a curse to
Behind closed doors u close doors not to wake the next-doors
And hope that on the next judgement day
U guaranteed to lay the judgement slay
U used to it, amateurs that immerged immensely
Were written off like bad debts immediately
So when u step up I gotta honour my game and do u before the next payroll is drawn
Dispose u off ur system before the next crown is thrown
So even an asylum patient gives reasons why this throne I own
sup boy
