Barium? Man, could you at least give me a shovel? I mean, you gave me a flippin' gardening tool. The heck you thinkin'? I'm gonna date with a gardening tool? Barium. Runnin' your mouth. Keep runnin' your mouth. Keep runnin' your mouth. Till the rave. Damn it, I'm already killed. I'm about to kill shot. Just gotta fill in this blot. Barium in a shoebox. Come back gag baggin' on pair of two socks. Should've never ran through the pink pen again. I mean, the big pen again with your big pen again. And how's it gonna end with the conversation that ends with amen? I would like to address a dearly departed. Apparently, an artist wasn't the smartest, wasn't the hardest, or even the sharpest. Regardless, did this child deserve to die? And why should I cry if I bury him alive? Magnify the reasons why. No response. He was born to die. Please reply to me, rap god. But he's only a facade. The mirage of the real god, whose son died for me, crucified. I was born to kill every rap devil, even deform. Before the dust settle, be pre-worn by the strap-on. Your mother speak lukewarm. You still get the shovel. Runnin' your mouth. Keep runnin' your mouth. Keep runnin' your mouth. Till the grave. Mutilation. Goin' deeper than the pen with damnation. Crawlin' deeper than sin. Body limbs. Comin' out again. Steppin' back in the shoebox again. Bury him. Hurry again. Callin' Slim. Tellin' him. Boxes in. Shady place. Call it damned. More like rim. Ain't got speakin' of the sin. And then back at him. Howlin' and whin' when you goin' ever slim. And I understand when you're gonna skim. You skim from the top till you get every drop. But if you don't stop, you might've gettin' slopped. Leave me wonderin' where you know me? Or Cheerios in a cereal bowl. In the video, kissin' every nonsense. Say my name, kill him with a kill shot. Whether it's breakfast, hot or not. If it's like combats, I'm guessin' not a threat. You're not confessions. Rotten side apply. You got got and forgot. Afterthought after Matt took out the trash. Look at that. It's pick up day. It's cleanin' day. Clean out the closet of MGK. Who's corpse be gonna fade away? Andy K. Buried him in the clay today. Passed away. Runnin' your mouth, runnin' your mouth, runnin' your mouth, till the grave. Runnin' your mouth, runnin' your mouth, runnin' your mouth, till the grave.