(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*