Death De La Kay!

Uh, niqqa im discusted! Remove yaself from my presence! (kicked the fuck out of, and trembled down the steps)

  i dont qive a fuqk, leave it present- make it become past, niqqa if you see it den come fast, i qot a word for ya- if you seeith a plot, seeith my way- it'll make a easier road for ya hiqhways- and when it qet da bumpin, call me- im all there winqs hunq softly- niqqas couldnt couqh me, even the snitches, they couldnt couqh flee- to diq em a qrave, it wouldnt cost me- costly, breakin niqqas in they mouth piece- niq im with without, who without peace- leave ya chain on the door, and say Im out, peace! Death handed to you clearly, without peace- but make sure its part of your heart, BEFORE your decease! Death de la Kay!