Lyrics The Finale (feat. Dirty Winters) - Lynx 196.9

Your body riddled with shots you deserved what you got
Spilling footage to cops now your pork done chop
Surgical with the chopper everything gone snap
When it ring, hear they sing, come on chill par clap
It'd be me, If the tables were turn
Shady like them labels, get your headlock perm
Gravy with that lazy flow you know that slow burn
Commission the bitch if ever firm
Frigid spitter hired hit in ya
Mania like turtles spawned ninjas
Animated, baby Pixar
Lord qualify high beach chair Mars
This big here toy, big leagues boy
Big cheers more beer shift gears bought
Clips warfare, Belair what I sought
Concrete absorb final thoughts

So you won the sweepstakes from a bunch a cheapskates
Keep the seats laced with keepsakes
Outta minutes on the prepaid
Floppy disc in a brief case
Guaranteed to see fades chop the sea legs
Staircase leads to an attic with static drapes
And there not very airy
Wake up buried after a visit from cousin Larry
Staring at ya limo lovers lane demo
With the Son of Sam lingo
Blood spill in traffic seems to be suitable
Beautiful dog bark sounds devil
Blood guns and flowers with no petals
Make quite a spectacle by hitting a man with spectacles
Chips to stay fat poor caffeine on a day nap
Bones oak brittle off the smoke signal
Seven grams