[Verse 1: Infinite Sidd] First of many rappers with a slick tongue, a b**h hung Over his shoulder, never looked colder This a toast to all those who chose to spit Don't sweat, don't stress, we the lonely kids Don't lose your hair over this, just comb the sh** Sin, we don't atone to that, tone your skin Look good, feel good, like a million Tell me, how you skin a chameleon when he feeling himself? That's a paradox I think of while me and d**h in a staring off I fare him a goodbye, reach over and tear his arm off, surprise! Mudaf**a [Interlude] His hair falling, wind blowing Skin showing on the pavement Blisters on his knees replacing the hatred He smiles with a grin. Oh hey, hi, how you been? Oh say, Jesus, how you sin? Souls gone, now I'm dead... Now I'm dead