Lyrics

You are now tuned in to a killer, murdering what's his name I killed time during my 15 minutes of fame Take hate by the neck and squeeze 'til I hear nothing Sweet nothing, you claim diesel, then keep trucking Follow the narrow path like the Yellow Brick Road Cuz you sound real stupid with your devilish flow Nothing else to talk about, I can tell that you're slow Running out of ideas, now you're selling your soul If you blow on weed, player, turn me off Matter fact turn me up, I'm similar to detox Killing your taste of music that ain't worth 50 Cent I'm no different from Curtis Jackson cuz I need to repent You rеmind me of Mike Jones, you keep repeating yourself With a speech impediment, it's like you preach to yourself Talk to the wall of humpty, dumb's soon to fall off Into a pit where there's dogs you can't call off Thuh Pillage