The Ride

You are now tuned in to a killer, murdering what's his name
I killed time during my 15 minutes of fame
Take hate by the neck and squeeze 'til I hear nothing
Sweet nothing, you claim diesel, then keep trucking
Follow the narrow path like the Yellow Brick Road
Cuz you sound real stupid with your devilish flow
Nothing else to talk about, I can tell that you're slow
Running out of ideas, now you're selling your soul
If you blow on weed, player, turn me off
Matter fact turn me up, I'm similar to detox
Killing your taste of music that ain't worth 50 Cent
I'm no different from Curtis Jackson cuz I need to repent
You rеmind me of Mike Jones, you keep repeating yourself
With a speech impediment, it's like you preach to yourself
Talk to the wall of humpty, dumb's soon to fall off
Into a pit where there's dogs you can't call off
Thuh Pillage