I was bathed, bred, and fed to be one of the elite
To make sure none of my rhymes ever got obsolete
While I'm grabbing you by the neck and snapping your esophagus
And stuffing you inside a dusty old sarcophagus
With your named etched on it
Using slang like it's some kind of sketched e-bonics
I came straight from Hell's Kitchen
Yeah boy, them cells better be itchin'
And down there I'm as hot as Houston Texas
Bring up the next victim, who's goin' test this?
So be careful cuz I don't spit fire, but gasoline
Burning in the pits of Hell, my ass is mean!
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I kinda rushed the ending cuz I didn't really know how to end it.