[Verse 6: Lord Infamous]
It's very incredbile just how a couple of words can make a n***a feel
Yeah you approachin' me like you just wanna get ill but get yo brain spilled
Cough up your meal, stomp out your grill
Cantaloupe peel, (?) kill
Bitch I'm for real (?) your blood, I get a refill
Fate sealed, tag 'em, bag 'em, drag 'em, dump 'em in a field
Stomped across the head a hundred times with a Timb heel
If you want that bitch to live, better get him outta here
Lord penitentiary style, I toss 'em off the top tier