[50/50 Twin]  I penetrate eliminate, eat beef like dinner plate  Disintegrate cakes stem that hate, know I was fin to say  Roy Jones Jr. imitate, then release what's in the K  Ride off on a spin a day, plus fo' that's 28's  Provoke or stimulate, cause Twin is thinner weight  Kick your face with my Gucci Air Force, I'm pimping snakes  Run like you in a race, see the effect of the mistakes  Skin or face get a grip, you sliding on winter skates  50/50 is pissed off, just leave him alone  If he come to rob your house, just leave him your home  Until his brother get out, not for any reason he come  His gun case got every gun, swords and 53 bombs  It would be way too late, when bullets sleep in your lungs  Your heartbeat decreased completely, now your breathing is gone  Your Pastor sitting by your bedside, reading you psalms  I told you 50/50 was pissed, now just leave him alone    [Hook x8]  I feel like life is so unfair  (I feel like life is so unfair)    [50/50 Twin]  Fellas try and fellas die, bullets fly in fellas eye  Fellas end up in a wheelchair, hollows fly in fellas thigh  Hello hi tell your guy, don't pedal by metal fly  You got kids to live for, you better take your tail inside  Catch my enemy while they sleeping, give 'em pillow shots  This anger I issue out, reflects I've been through a lot  Am I on mute, does anybody hear me yelling out  Very loud I'm way too rough, in this rap game spare me now  If thug shit is your type of high, then inhale me now  I have so much tension, I probably could push or pet you down  Toe to toe in every round, I'm flawless I carry crowns  I'm the Paul Bearer for the circus, because I buried clowns  Look don't even jam 50/50, if you gon turn it down  Think I'm a joke, I'll put a lighter to your lip and burn your smile  I'll put a lighter to your lip, and burn your smile  I'll put a lighter to your lip, and burn your smile    [Hook x8]    [50/50 Twin]  This ain't me writing this rap, I can't control my pen  The words are coming from, another soul within  Now I'm punching on myself, like where you go with Twin  A 'Vard street block, I'm saying things Twin was holding in  Here you have the red pill, and this is the blue  Reality or dream world, whichever you choose  I'm the Neo of this rap game, possessing the juice  Download the beef stain, see what I'm fixing to do  My name ain't Santa Clause, but I chill on your roof  Put a stain on your shirt, like you spilling your juice  I'm the snake that bit your foot, when you slid in your boots  Take a murder case to trial, lose appealing and move  I got a Tech called Mr. T, that don't pity the fool  I slide down the vent in your room, and get rid of you dude  Leave your body floating about, in the shivering pool  I'm too dangerous for myself, see what I'm living will do    [Hook x8]