I smell the body decay, I'm walking on the freeway, I could never care what he say, he a bitch he ain't my teammate, blood stains, im harvesting, it's setting in, the time is now, my mind is sound, the time is running out, I never cared bout the bitches cause they all fake, I pull up toating some switches I keep four blades, even if twelve catch us slipping I'm saying no names, I'm telling you that I'm really serious and this is no game