(BarzILLA)
-Verse 1-
Closed Caskets, couldn't go there
Knowing Savage, I wouldn't go there
I'm going to their knuckle box
And you fight with me, it's a fair tussle, Ack!
You don't stand a chance, get off the block
God you soft, off the hawk
Not knowing to never wrestle toss yet
He done did, when you cross check
One shot, leave his tooth in my knuckle
Until you k** me, I ain't losing this hustle
You know never to push in to the level
When it comes to Mac's, he's got 7-11's
So, pressure, you lose b**h
So when I get in, you chew lips
It won't be tobacco you chew b**h
Yeah, done, you lose b**h!
(IWrekm)
-Chorus-
Empty!
Put the pound to your face in
Empty!
Put you underground in the empty kicks
Heartless, no souls, empty spaces
Soul searching in a Yard Full of Empty Graves
(x2)
(YuNg)
-Verse 2-
*UNFINISHED*