[Produced by Sir Scozz and Kurruption]
[Verse 1: Ross Allen]
Uh dead to mortals, escaped through the portal
k**ing this sh**, verbal shots through your car door
Rave on auto, just beginning we winning
New 'Preme sh** I'm feeling it all cotton or linen sh**
Step back or I'm ripping your back off John Lenon sh**
If you ain't k**ing sh** get the f** off the premisses
Body language is penmanship
I'm in heaven inhaling the scent of me in hell at 23
Visioning Satan giving me that 3rd degree
But k**ing this sh** is 2nd to me
Winning the case is my destiny
Mortal kombat finish them rest in peace
PG n***a but my sh** say Northeast
Riding through the city you can't miss me like the pope
Tried to k** myself just to see how it would go
Hoping to find hope I end this album in quotes
I ain't stopping til' that fat fat b**h hit a note
Straight k**ing this sh**
[Chorus: Ross Allen]
I'm k**ing this sh**
Straight k**ing (x2)
Yup 98 bring the 9 to your face
8 to the grave
Hope he don't slave
Heater on your chest make them burn up like May
Turn a n***a like a page