You mother-fuckers better guard your grill Conquer the kill and bow to the architect Every single beat and rhyme is poisonous as arsenic Murder just a part of it I can see the art in it I can see the pain and the fallen angel in all of it You a shell of your former self and that's unfortunate Artillery is heavy and ammunition inordinate I would never start a fucking war that wasn't warranted Bullets flying back and forth at you like it's an argument I'm up to here in shit it's either shovel it or walk in it Doesn't go away just 'cause you choosing not to talk of it I don't even rhyme over a beat I fucking torture it Like taking a butterfly and ripping the wings off of it There's drama, mother-fucker, then I'ma be at the heart of it Take his fucking head and demolish it I'm on some [?] shit Mississippi, maul a god, all of it You a sweet [?] lighter than a [?] You mother-fuckers ain't cut like that Have your whole fam wondering where they...