[Verse]
Mane, I'm sick and tired of these fools
Grip the tool, make a corpse rot, drool
High honor when I come into school
Know exactly what I'm s'posed to do
Merked when I stomped his skull to the curb
Deep down pitch black, rot in the earth
You know damn well it's what you deserve
Throw him in the well, never come back to lurk
I'm blastin' 'em perfect the feeling is pertinent
You know you finna die off
Lookin' around the way, never hesitate the 'cide
Finna be poppin' off and droppin' 'em off the fuckin' cyanide
Give me a reason to fuck 'em up and I'm guaranteed to slide
Stompin' 'em off at a random location and then leavin' him on the side
Time to prove your faith when you reach the afterlife
Time to prove your faith when you reach the afterlife
Time to prove your faith when you reach the afterlife
SLUM